Before Isaac could tell them to leave, Simraj Solkara stepped forward.
His robe was slightly disheveled from the earlier chaos, but his expression had already returned to its usual composed state.
"Since we have explained everything, can we now continue to discuss the negotiations?" Simraj said calmly.
Isaac stared at him as if he had misheard.
"You still want to negotiate?" he grunted.
"Yes, we do," Simraj replied without hesitation. "Food is always welcome, and that is one of the reasons we wish to ally with you. Moreover…"
He gave a faint, professional smile.
"Lady Catherine went out of her way to arrange this meeting. I believe even she wishes for us to become allies."
Isaac's gaze shifted to Averon's unconscious body.
"And what about him? He'll throw another tantrum the moment he wakes up," Isaac warned.
Simraj's smile turned bitter at the word "tantrum," but he did not argue.
"Honestly," Simraj said slowly, "he is one of the reasons I wish to ally with you."
