The Orichalcum kept catching the amber glow from the mana lamps, while Chief and Kisho kept calmly discussing repayment ledgers over tea that had gone cold.
I kept watching both of them, and the feeling that something was wrong kept getting louder and louder.
Kisho raised another concern about documentation timelines, and the Chief offered a solution before the fox had fully finished his sentence.
Kisho adjusted the proposal, and the Chief refined it, and every disagreement they had somehow arrived at the exact same destination, and I sat there smiling pleasantly while my brain began overheating.
[Something's up.]
I studied Kisho first, since that was the easier of the two theories to sit with.
The owner of Hollow Cinder Mine. A wealthy businessman operating his operation right inside what I now knew to be Entropy's preferred real estate, which was to say the Outsider Territory and its surrounding areas.
