Garion stood from his chair and brushed his hands together once.
"Alright," he said calmly. "We're done here. Let's go."
Dahlia straightened immediately, rolling her shoulders as if she had been waiting for that exact word.
Arden pushed his chair back and stood, while Dion picked up the remaining wine bottle out of habit, hugging it to his chest like a treasure.
Eliza rose quietly without a sound, already positioning herself slightly behind Garion.
Before taking another step, Garion turned back.
His gaze settled on Velgon.
"You're an information broker," Garion said, voice steady. "You've already earned plenty from us today."
Velgon smiled politely, folding his hands together. "I did. Very generous customers."
Garion's eyes narrowed just a little.
"Then listen carefully. Don't spread anything about us. Don't dig into us. And don't send people to follow us."
The room went quiet for a breath.
