Sairis's POV
Sairis took a slow breath and kept his voice calm. "I promise you, I had no intention of causing any trouble," he said. "I will leave. But before I go, can you tell me the proper way to request access for next time? Who do I speak to, what do I need to bring?"
The man snorted. The sound came out thick with disgust. "A letter with the king's seal would do it," he said.
Sairis looked at him. "Truly."
"It is called sarcasm, omega." The man rolled his eyes slowly, the way a person does when they want you to feel the full weight of their impatience.
"It means you will not be getting access next time. Or any time after that. Not from me." The keeper added.
Sairis nodded. He let the words settle, turned them over quietly, and felt something firm take shape in his chest.
He did not care whether the man was joking or serious.
If a letter with the king's seal was what it took to get back into this room and find those records, then that was what he was going to get.
