Zayen Covendier.
In that moment, Dagori froze.
On the other side of the glass, Thales was equally shocked.
"Wh, why?" the wine merchant asked subconsciously.
"You know why." Raphael's smile was undiminished.
Dagori sat upright and asked anxiously, "Bud, buddy, did you say you...you serve the kingdom?
"Which department, specifically?"
Raphael nodded with growing interest. "How odd. You are not afraid of the blood-sucking Department of Finance, nor the intimidating police force, nor the preeminent Department of Justice.
"It's only when you hear the name of a prominent foreign noble that you lose your calm."
Dagori trembled.
He seemed to realize something and started to look around nervously. "This isn't just some police station, is it?
"Who do you actually work for?"
