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The rogue looked confident, and
I found myself wondering what was going on behind the rogue's expression. Was he scared or confident? Calm or pretending to be calm?
I watched closely, my gaze fixed on his face, trying to read his every reaction.
“I and my group came for what was ours,” the rogue spoke boldly. With that, I became curious.
What does he mean? Why will my pack store a rogue’s belongings?
I couldn't help but ask a question, my voice tinged with a hint of curiosity, “What do you mean? What are you talking about?”
“Don’t pretend to not be aware of the Crystal-”
Crystal Moon? Before the rogue could complete his statement, I snapped my fingers calmly.
“Excuse us,” I spoke authoritatively. Without wasting time, the guards marched out, but Lance stood.
“You too,” I s
