Veyr assigned them rooms deeper in the base, not cells or guest suites either, but something in between. Secure, quiet, functional. Guards stayed outside the corridor, far enough to be respectful, close enough to remind them where they were. Arlen went with Rin and Klatos after a long day finally caught up to them, while Xavier turned in the opposite direction and headed back toward the storage wing where Bull's containers had been moved.
The treasure itself barely held his attention now. Gold, rare metals, weapons, tech, all of it had weight and value, but none of it answered the only question that mattered. Bull had stacked his work. Every stash was supposed to point forward, not sit there like a reward waiting to be admired.
