Max stepped into the room.
The door closed behind him.
The atmosphere was… different.
Quiet.
Warm.
Nothing like the chaos upstairs.
Lamia stepped away from the doorframe.
With an elegant gesture.
"Come in."
Max walked forward.
His eyes scanned the room.
It was filled with bottles.
Varis raised a beer mug.
A wide grin on his face.
"Finally!"
He tossed another one at him.
Max caught it midair.
Looked at it.
Then shook his head.
"I'm good."
He placed the mug on the table.
Untouched.
Varis made a face.
"Boring."
Neros said nothing.
Still seated.
Arms crossed.
Eyes closed.
Max narrowed his eyes.
"…Is he asleep?"
Varis chuckled.
"For a while now."
A brief silence.
Lamia spoke.
Her voice firm again.
Professional.
"We were discussing business."
She adjusted her jacket.
"My group is already in motion."
Max looked at her.
Focused.
Lamia continued.
"A few days ago, we sent a small contingent."
