"What?" Romen frowned.
"Yes, young master. They disappeared. They are no longer on this planet, according to the institute's tracker."
"How did that happen? Did you find out where they went?"
"We are working on it. They were called by Elder Shaila, so it's clear she sent them somewhere through her teleport array. Probably for a mission."
Romen narrowed his eyes. "Find out quickly. I have to leave and return to fill my pockets, since I am going to the upcoming Ocean Melody auction. When you find their location, get the team there first and then inform me."
"Understood."
…
The Grand Dream Prix Resort did not announce itself with a gate.
It announced itself by simply being there. A quiet wall of carved peaks rising at the end of the upper transport line, with no signage and no attempt to convince anyone of anything. The kind of place that did not need to be sold. Anyone who arrived already knew what they were paying for.
