They finished eating. Plates were cleared, containers sealed, the table retracting back into the floor as if the conversation mattered more than the food ever had. Veyr stood and motioned toward a side wall. A layered display came alive, projecting inventories, tallies, and sealed manifests pulled straight from the vault.
"Everything recovered is listed here," Veyr said. "Raw metals, rare stones, legacy tech, weapons, artifacts, half-built systems stole from labs, and a few things none of us can properly identify yet."
He started dividing it up without drama, numbers shifting on the display as he spoke.
"Fifty percent to you," he said, glancing at Xavier. "That was the agreement. Twenty to Rin. Ten to Arlen. Ten to Klatos. Ten stays with me."
A few items blinked amber instead of green. Limited stock. One-of-a-kind pieces. Veyr adjusted the split, trading equivalents across categories until the totals balanced out again.
