The morning wore on, a relentless march of time that seemed to stretch into eternity as the two men delved deeper into the labyrinth of their plan. Finally, Elder Maison leaned back, his eyes heavy with contemplation. "So, if I understand correctly," he began, his voice a low rumble, "you have a strategy to root out these traitors but prefer to keep the specifics under wraps for the time being?"David's expression remained an impenetrable mask. "Precisely, Elder Noble," he replied, his voice carrying a hint of finality.