"So, about The Glass Atrium..."
The mana engineer beside the alchemist clicked his tongue and shifted half a step closer, lowering his voice with irritation rather than fear.
"Don't say that name so openly, Merric. There are inspection wards everywhere during event week, and the Atrium's administrators are not exactly forgiving with careless talk."
The alchemist gave a small scoff, though he did lower his voice. He was lean, dark-haired, and dressed in a long coat with reagent stains near the cuffs, the mark of someone who had spent years pretending accidents were simply part of discovery.
"If Aurevane arrested everyone who gossiped during the event, they would have to chain half the guests beneath the administrative hall by breakfast."
Caelum kept the cartridge between his gloved fingers.
