The air in the room shifted after Sidal's declaration.
His voice still echoed faintly in the gilded chamber, but the weight of his words had already settled—heavy, binding, inevitable.
Ezra's expression did not change much, but there was a slight upward curl to his lips.
Sidal rose slowly, the motion deliberate.
"Well then" Ezra said, his voice thoughtful, "We should begin"
"Of course," Sidal replies. "Has the proposal been structured and set into motion?"
A sudden stillness fell over Ezra. His fingers paused.
His mouth parted—but no words came. A flicker of silence.
"No" Ezra admits.
Sidal blinked, momentarily dismayed. "No?"
Before the situation could turn even more awkward, Ezra leaned forward with a calm and measured tone.
"Understand that I arrived here the moment I realized the potential of this idea because I intend to have you oversee this operation"
Sidal's nods gracefully.
"However" Ezra continues, "there is something I need from you to begin. A list."
