The inquiries of Mel, which pushed the borders of audacity—and even breached them—persisted, yet Father Moses failed to appear perturbed. He tossed the final piece of meat remaining upon his plate into his mouth, consumed a gulp of wine from his crystal goblet, and cast a glare at the executives of the Flame Claw League.
The rest comprehended the meaning of this; they hoisted themselves to their feet immediately and abandoned the hall. The laboring martial artists breached the exterior trailing them; merely two figures, Mel and the one bearing the name Moses, remained stationed at the table. Mel remained tranquil; he was acutely aware that even if the two united, or if those who abandoned the chamber returned to launch an assault, he possessed the capability to vanquish them all.
