The Duke's brow furrowed, his voice calm but cautious. "Aren't we talking already? Why not just say it here?"
"I said alone." Lumberling's tone stayed even, but there was a weight in his voice.
Hadric stared at him for a moment, studying his expression. Finally, he gave a small nod.
"Leave us," he said, glancing at his knight.
"But, Duke…" Corven began, but one look from Hadric was enough to silence him. With a reluctant bow, Corven stepped back and moved toward the door.
On the other side, Lumberling turned slightly, his eyes meeting those of his companions. "Would you kindly give us a moment?"
Under their veils, the three elves frowned, exchanging puzzled looks. Even Liraeth's expression stiffened, none of them expected Lumberling to dismiss them.
He gave them a small, reassuring smile. "It's just a talk. Nothing's going to happen. Wait for me outside."
