Veylan's tone carried a note of respect. "He is my… associate. You may call him Kairn. His talents are best left undescribed in detail."
The assassin did not speak. He simply inclined his head slightly, as though confirming the introduction.
Ervin stood from his chair and greeted them with the courtesy their reputations deserved, though he still did not know why they had come. Invited them to sit on chairs. Then they all moved and sat together on chairs. Not all, only Ervin and Veylan sat. Their loyal ones stood behind them chairs. They sat on the opposite side of the round table.
Ervin spoke with respect . "Then what business does the richest man in the world have with me, especially during these times?"
"It's about Ren." Veylan's voice grew quieter, heavier. "You know this name Watson?"
Ervin nodded slowly, tilted his head and replied...
"Yes, I know him."
"He is my son." Veylan spoked.
