Sylvie blinked at Astron's words, his tone quiet but unmistakably firm.
"Really?" she asked softly, still processing everything. "You think more will come?"
Astron's gaze didn't waver. "Indeed."
He shifted slightly in his seat, resting one elbow on the table, eyes briefly scanning the surrounding space as if mapping the invisible network of interest already converging.
"The scouting network functions like a web," he said. "Connections between guilds, factions, private sponsors. Information spreads fast, especially when someone steps out of their expected box."
Sylvie lowered her gaze slightly, absorbing his words.
"And," Astron added, "we're on Irina's team."
That drew a faint hum from Irina, who didn't object—just sipped her drink with a flicker of amusement in her eyes.
Astron continued, "Scouts were already paying attention to her. To the Emberheart name. By extension, to all of us. Today just gave them a reason to stop and look closer."
