"So," Evander said softly.
"Are you ready to hear the terms?"
Elion inhaled slowly, letting the storm inside him settle just enough to think clearly.
Then he spoke.
"Alright… I'll hear it. What are the terms of this 'opportunity' you're offering?"
Evander didn't smile.
He didn't lean back or relax. He simply shifted his clasped hands and leaned forward, elbows on the table.
"Good. Because this is not something to take lightly."
The room seemed to be still.
Even the other three disciplinary members straightened subtly.
"If you accept what I'm offering, you'll be under the Disciplinary Committee's wing—our protection, yes, but also our expectations."
His gaze didn't waver.
"We are the only student-run authority that even the nobles tread carefully around. We maintain order. We enforce rules. And we… cultivate potential when we see it."
At that, a faint glance passed between the other three, like they weren't surprised he'd taken an interest.
Evander continued.
