Xavnik walked out of the Senate with a light smile on his face, his expression carefree. He walked by the straggling members of the Stalwart Polearm Party without a word, none of them being aware that the young man who had put them in such a state was right before them.
He strolled down the pathways, his demeanor remaining the same. However, when he reached a patch of forest, his steps suddenly paused.
"It was you, wasn't it?"
The voice came from a shadow hidden behind a tree. Despite the fact Xavnik was at most a meter away, it was still difficult to see this person as though they had perfectly fused into the shadows. Still, Xavnik didn't seem to have a very hard time telling who it was.
Smiling lightly, Xavnik shook his head. "I'm not sure what you mean."
