Varkesh's body immediately tensed, his gaze ever so watchful in case the people at the door were here with malicious intentions.
The slight haze from the alcohol vanished almost instantly as his hand instinctively moved toward his waist. Only then did he remember that his swords were gone.
Noah had never given them back, perhaps as a sense of insurance in case he decided to take the people's side instead.
Varkesh remained silent. Whoever stood outside clearly knew he was there, yet they didn't knock a second time or attempt to force a response. Instead, they simply waited with a patience that immediately put him on edge.
Several moments passed before a voice finally sounded from the other side of the door.
"Mr. Varkesh? Are you available to talk?"
The voice sounded young and surprisingly polite, which only made Varkesh more suspicious. After everything that had happened today, he expected accusations, noisy curiosity, or demands for answers.
