The King remained standing.
"…Leave us," he said at last.
The advisors withdrew first, along with the rest of the soldiers and attendants.
Only a few remained:
The Miner's Guild Representatives, Gremory's Hero Party, and the Dwarven King.
Braum exhaled slowly.
"Well," he muttered. "That wasn't part of the plan."
Ryn didn't smile.
Fritz stepped forward slightly, voice lower now that the chamber had emptied.
"…They?" he asked.
Ryn took a glance at Amelia before shaking his head. This wasn't the time to talk about them yet.
Amelia immediately understood before speaking.
"Right," she said instead, stepping forward slightly. "We can deal with speculation later."
Her eyes moved toward the King.
"For now, we should secure whatever manalite remains in the treasury," she continued. "And redistribute it properly. Along with any other reserves that were… consolidated."
Braum gave a small nod.
"Agreed," he said. "We stabilize the city first."
