The three of them left the production hall and returned to the entrance, where Damian's palanquin waited beneath the watchful eyes of the attendants.
President Shūren had requested a private discussion, and Damian saw little reason to conduct negotiations in a building filled with curious alchemists and servants. Whatever agreement they reached would affect Velmora's economy, the association's future, and potentially his own survival. It was better to keep the details away from unnecessary ears.
Laura entered first, taking her usual seat with the familiarity of someone who had already decided that Damian's palanquin was an extension of her personal space.
Damian rolled his eyes and followed, settling opposite her, while Shūren entered last and closed the door. The attendant outside received a brief instruction to remain nearby but not disturb them unless summoned.
