The three who had just entered exchanged anxious glances, swallowing the lump in their throats.
Kisha's indifferent expression was both unreadable and intimidating, leaving them unsettled about what lay beneath her calm exterior.
Sensing that something was amiss, Sparrow and Rose quietly took their seats in front of the table, while Aston stood beside Kisha like a dutiful butler.
Kisha raised an eyebrow at Aston, but offered no comment, maintaining the air of mystery that hung around them.
"Welcome back to both of you. It's clear your trips have been fruitful; with all these supplies, we can support the entire community for a year without worry," Kisha began, recognizing their hard work and accomplishments.
"Thank you, Young Madam. However," Sparrow interjected, shifting in his seat to face Kisha directly.
