'May I present Opald Merrington, owner of Trixium Mining Incorporated, and liaison to Icarus Shipping and Logistics. He, unlike some people, prefers to wait his turn.'
The Uvaaaru's dig at me was not subtle, but I didn't care. 'I can't hear anything he's thinking, only a buzzing sound like that of a swarm of bees.'
'Clever bastard,' Hilgarda jerked her head. 'Notice the headset he's wearing? Well, it's Uvaaaru-made, and it just happens to block out mind manipulation.'
It made sense that scientists would have been researching that technology considering the influx of people with such abilities these days. It'd prove invaluable for politicians and other secret keepers, and judging by the smug look on Opald's face, he knew it too.
'My business, like so many others, has suffered of late; there was a recent attack on the Elven homeworld, and its infrastructure has become infested by an entity that no amount of firepower can seem to destroy.'
