"Rest assured, Priest. Of course I trust you." Robson stood and walked over, gently guiding Bruce Priest back to his seat.
"We're all in the same boat now. If the Marquis holds us accountable, none of us will get away clean.
The most important thing now is to quickly fix the ledgers...
I trust you have the old ledgers, Priest?" Robson said.
Hearing this, Bruce Priest hesitated. He certainly had the ledgers; he'd been working here for a long time, after all.
'But if I hand them over now, I'd be selling out all my comrades. I'm damned if I do, damned if I don't!'
"Sir... do our other colleagues know about this?" Bruce asked, his face grim.
He could only hope Robson hadn't told the others yet. That way, he could still try to curry some favor.
"I'm not yet familiar with our colleagues at the fortress, so I'll have to ask you to pass the message along, Priest.
Someone will be coming down in a few days, though, so you'd best act quickly," Robson added with a smile.
