Northern and everyone else tensely awaited Ilitis' response, causing a grave silence to fall over the room—even if just for a few seconds.
The shopkeeper exhaled, his gaze meeting Paragon Raizel's with steady confidence. Yet, his smile—solemn and unmoving—refused to truly live.
Then he responded:
"Well. You are indeed right. I have considered such cases… and particularly before meeting this strange client, seeing how he knew exactly where to seek me."
Paragon Raizel grinned.
"So he was pretty sus, huh?"
Ilitis responded evenly, "He was."
The man took a small pause, exhaling deeply before resuming.
"However, it will take me a little bit of time to do anything regarding this issue. And I most certainly cannot do anything here."
Paragon Raizel remained silent even after Ilitis had spoken. His gaze had dropped to the ground, eyes slightly unfocused, while his foot tapped an absent rhythm.
A moment later, he raised his head and stared at the shopkeeper.
