"Many thanks." Count Brennan took a seat with an audible exhale and then pulled a folded piece of parchment out of a pant pocket. He slid it across the table with an air of confidence. "I'm sure you can guess why I'm here today. You've asked for information about our revenues and various streams of income, and so I have provided."
Maels found it unbecoming how pleased the man appeared with himself for carrying out such a simple task, but he hid such judgements from his gaze as he accepted the parchment with a casual hand. Like a true professional, he tucked the slip away within an inner pocket of his vibrant white robes, not showing any intent to read or discuss its contents in front of the count.
"If there's nothing else, then there are things that I must attend to. I'm thankful for your—"
The lights momentarily went out, though they returned after the magic crystals in the ceiling began to flicker for a few moments.
