"Escort mission under the royal crest?" he asked, stopping in front of them. His gaze swept the group, assessing, but polite. "That's a rare report to hear delivered in person."
Oliver shrugged. "We're old-fashioned like that."
The man's brow twitched — a faint smile ghosting his lips. "I see. I'm Deputy Master Varick. Follow me, please. We'll handle this in a private chamber."
The four followed him through the busy hall. Oliver couldn't help glancing around again — the chatter, the scent of smoke and drink, the sound of laughter echoing off high ceilings.
*****
They entered a quiet side room — walls lined with bookshelves, a circular table in the center. Varick motioned for them to sit, then pulled out a stack of parchment.
"I've already been informed by the Valtaine branch regarding your last assignment," he began. "But their report lacked certain details. I'd appreciate it if you could fill in the blanks."
Oliver nodded. "Sure. Where should I start?"
