"I knew all about the explosives."
The Guild Master scoffed in disgust. "I literally just told you about them thirty seconds ago! Why are you trying to act tough and bluff your way out of this?!"
Solomon tilted his head. "You asked me earlier how I managed to get inside this room. You asked how I knew the path through the sub-levels, and how I knew the code to unlock your bunker doors."
The color instantly began to drain from the Guild Master's face.
"After the dungeon tragedy in District Seven, and after you miraculously dodged all the legal troubles and public lawsuits, you desperately wanted to build this guild headquarters as fast as humanly possible," Solomon recounted, his tone conversational. "You were rewarded an obscene amount of money, and the hoarded resources from the dungeon clear were astronomically valuable. Money was not an issue for you. But finding enough discreet manpower was."
Solomon watched the Guild Master's hands begin to tremble.
