Thalric's gaze never left the old noble.
The tension within the room steadily climbed as everyone waited to see who would move first.
Despite the old man's fury, he wasn't dumb enough to actually attack.
It wasn't just the repercussions of attacking the Guild Master of the city.
It was Thalric's rising momentum from just sitting there.
Anyone who ever witnessed Thalric in his prime would never forget the reason he was able to rise as the guild leader of Ashenveil.
Eventually, Thalric sighed, releasing one long, tired exhale before he leaned back in his chair.
The volatile atmosphere in the room loosened with that gesture alone.
"I'm not here to argue with you. If you believe I targeted your son, then do what you have to do."
That statement warranted shock not just from the nobles, but from the guild members, too.
Nobody expected the Guild Master to answer that way. And judging from his closest aide, Elowen's expression, neither has she.
