Aldric remained silent for a moment.
For a brief instant after Boren mentioned "compensation," the merchant lord appeared puzzled, much like any wealthy patron would when a finalized contract was suddenly called into question.
But as the silence lingered and Boren's steady gaze held firm, that initial confusion morphed into something subtler, more fragile, like a crack beneath polished lacquer.
Aldric's fingers, which had been loosely clasped together, tightened slightly, turning his knuckles pale before he forced them to relax again. His smile persisted but lacked warmth; it had become a carefully crafted facade.
"Assistant Boren," Aldric said slowly, choosing each word with precision, "I must apologize, I don't quite understand your meaning. The agreed sum was transferred in full on the day your Guild delivered the Lion's heart and blood essence. If there has been an accounting error, I assure you it was unintentional."
