"Of course. I certainly won't betray Lord Ashvane's trust. Once the friendly match is over, please weigh your options carefully before deciding."
Rowan firmly believed that truth lay within cannon range. Endless pleasantries were meaningless. As long as the Mage Hunter's test firing succeeded, the situation would change completely.
"Certainly," Lord Ashvane replied with a smile.
Moss followed close behind his father. Having come face-to-face with Rowan, he could hardly avoid greeting him. Besides, Jaina was there. He had to behave like a gentleman.
No matter how much he disliked Rowan, he couldn't show it. That was the most damnable thing about being a noble.
"Lord Rowan, might I have a word in private?" Moss gave Jaina a polite smile, indicating that he had something to discuss with Rowan.
Rowan paused. Why did that sound so familiar?
They walked to a corner of Hook Point Lane. Moss looked grim and decidedly displeased.
Apparently, this wasn't about romance. He wanted to discuss business.
As Rowan considered this, Moss took a yellowish newspaper from his coat and handed it over.
It was the special edition printed by the Boralus Morning Post that morning. By now, the postmen had probably delivered it to all the major merchants' guilds.
"I'd like to hear how the illustrious leader of the Norwington Family, the outstanding talent of Kul Tiras's younger generation, the head of Morris Industries, Lord Rowan, explains this." Moss had another copy in his coat. He held it above his head and waved it vigorously, agitated but still remembering to lace his words with sarcasm.
Rowan folded the paper in half and tucked it into his coat. Nobody knew its contents better than he did, and he could more or less guess why Moss was so upset.
The Underground City had been exposed. Whether