The king's admission hung in the air, both acknowledgement and warning. The elite families weren't just concerned—they were threatened.
"Yes, Your Highness." Arthur kept his tone neutral, though satisfaction flickered through him. Recognition from the king himself confirmed what he'd been striving for, his guild was bound to become a true power in Caldera, with the king's support.
Alaric poured himself another measure of the amber liquid. "The meeting tomorrow will be... interesting." His eyes studied Arthur with renewed curiosity.
"The Ashencrofts will attempt to block your formal recognition, this is just how Sauron is. The Gilderhavens will likely remain neutral until they determine where their advantage lies. And the Draketowers..."
He paused, swirling his drink. "General Raemund has expressed particular interest in your combat capabilities."
