Sylene clapped and let out a soft laugh. "Your empire, you mean."
Zirron really was talented in business; he had been raking in money even before being taken into the Alistair family, and within two years of living in the manor, his ventures brought in even more. Sylene couldn't help but feel honored to know him. Though their beginning had been rocky, Zirron had become a great ally to have. Because of him, both Mavis and Sylene's life were protected in Forchel.
"Thanks for managing mine—fixing my hybrid type. I was always anxious they'd check my ID and then look at my back to confirm wings that weren't there." His smile softened.
Zirron waved it away, Sylene continued, "So... you're here to help Mavis manage the potion shop while Hilda recovers?"
The man suddenly looked nervous, clearing his throat. 'Well, I also happen to have some… thoughts that might improve the shop's operation. Therefore, lunch outside would be better than in here.'"
