Akamir leaned forward, his fingers now laced together.
"List them," he said. "And start keeping eyes on their movements."
The man bowed his head deeply. "Yes, my lord."
"Also," Akamir added. "I have a task for you."
The man bowed his head deeply. "Tell me what you want, my lord."
"Wait, what's your name again?" Akamir asked, as he wasn't sure what to call him.
"It's Dax, my lord."
'What type of stupid name is that?'
Akamir thought, but he didn't let it show on his face.
"Alright, Dax, stand up."
The man stood up immediately.
"Right now, I am giving you an important task," Akamir said, looking at him. "Very important."
The man gulped down as he nodded. "I am listening."
"I want you to issue a notice," he said, looking dead into his eyes. "The Imoyan company is looking for Alchemists."
Dax blinked.
"Alchemists, my lord?" he repeated, just to be sure.