Other world —★★★
"How did you know about this?" he asked, his voice low but steady.
Lysandra didn't answer right away. She simply smiled, resting her chin lightly against her gloved knuckles. There was no smugness in her expression—only quiet curiosity, as if she were speaking not as a politician, but as someone who enjoyed putting puzzles together.
"I just assumed," she said at last, her tone gentle, almost conversational. "You came to Ginip from a faraway country—a place so distant no one here knows its name. But when you arrived, you didn't bring a wagon. No merchant tag from any known guild. No guards. No retinue. And yet… a few days later, you began selling foreign goods. Soap, metal tools, spices, coils that give off scented smoke. Strange papers with even stranger markings. Your little shop carries items no one here has ever seen."
