"Mhmm…. And your Patriarch? He wishes to create a relationship with the Northern Star Commerce?" Eamon thought carefully, giving a sidelong glance.
"Well… no," the butler said, taking this time to compose himself. He had words that needed to be spoken, but he was not sure how the Northern Star would react.
"No? Then wh-" a confused expression flashed past the merchant's face, wondering as to what the butler was playing at. "More specifically, the House behind the commerce." The butler finally squeezed out the words.
A tense silence fell over the room. Eamon's eyes narrowed unto the group for yet another time. His brows furrowed in response as he contemplated the words of the man.
Watching the few expressions he could see flickering on the merchant's face made him feel nervous. His breath became rapid, and he subconsciously bit his lower lip. His eyes locked onto the merchant's increasingly expressionless face.
