Hutson narrowed his eyes, watching the man before him.
"An Overseer?" He hesitated for a moment before inclining his head in greeting. "It's an honor to meet you, Master Salin."
Salin settled into the opposite chair, his expression calm yet unreadable.
"You were attacked by Malcolm recently," he began, his tone measured. "There are a few things I've been meaning to ask you.
However, given the severity of your injuries, I refrained from visiting until now. Would you mind answering a few questions?"
Hutson nodded. "I don't mind."
Salin's gaze sharpened.
"Why was Malcolm so determined to kill you?" His voice was direct, cutting through pleasantries. "Barty's report suggests that it has to do with his brother's death. Is that true?"
Hutson met Salin's piercing gaze and chose his words carefully.
