Cruz's gaze turned cold, as he held his staff towards Malen. His thoughts reeled in his head, as he stood in confusion at the identity of the merchant.
'What? That's not information that should reach a mere merchant?!'
He thought in bewilderment. The cause of Dorion's household fall was kept under wraps by the king, up to the point that most nobles had not heard of it. It had been a long time since Someone had even mentioned the name, not to talk of calling him a member of the Household. With that in mind, he decided to get to the bottom of this.
"I will ask again. Who are you?"
Malen sneered from ear to ear as he played with the Phoenix pin on his palm.
"Sir Cruz. Why does it matter how I know? What matters is what I can help you know". He said with a fixed gaze on Cruz. A gaze that felt so calculated that it made Cruz jerk in the discomfort he felt from it.
He raised a brow in curiosity and asked. "What do you mean?"
