Seated across from Lazare in the sunlit office where the natural light seemed to catch every suspended dust particle in its path Isaac maintained a neutral posture, no visible tension, but internally, he was analyzing everything. Though the StarSky guild master appeared cordial and approachable, there was an undercurrent of calm authority in him that stifled any attempt at premature familiarity. A serenity born of obvious power. Even when he smiled.
Lazare spoke first, fingers interlaced before him in a gesture that seemed to ritualize the beginning of a serious conversation.
— I'll be direct, Isaac. The elite team I've assembled isn't made of rookies. You might be tempted to think they're just average hunters... but that's exactly what we want the dragons to believe too.
He paused, closely watching his guest's reaction, then continued:
