"So the symposium has gone smoothly…" Dravis said, almost to himself.
Sylvanna stopped walking.
Her head snapped toward him. "What?"
Dravis kept moving.
Sylvanna followed, eyes narrowed now, tone less playful. "No. No, don't do that. Don't drop a sentence like that and then act like I didn't hear it."
Dravis didn't answer.
"That wasn't guild talk. That wasn't capital rumor," Sylvanna insisted. "That was… you. That was you knowing something you shouldn't know."
Dravis kept walking.
Sylvanna scoffed. "Fine. Be mysterious. I'll just assume you're secretly married to the continent's gossip network."
Vyrik huffed.
A group of adventurers near a side bench watched them pass. One muttered, "He doesn't talk."
Another replied, "He talks. Just not to you."
Sylvanna heard and flashed them a smile that promised violence. They looked away.
Dravis didn't care about the chatter.
He cared about the sudden tightening in the guild hall.
Not mana.
Attention.
