Half the day went by before all the negotiations were done. Now, Ash sat along with the three Vossmeres lounging as he sipped his wine. Oddly, he found the taste of it slightly addictive… and he wasn't even getting drunk, just enjoying the rich, layered flavor that seemed to dance on his tongue.
"So, what are your plans now?" Archie asked, eyeing Ash with that polished merchant curiosity.
"Hmm, well, as you can see, I'm pretty weak," Ash replied with a lazy smile. "So, I'm planning to head into seclusion for a while… Once I return… heh, well, you'll just have to see."
He spoke casually, but his thoughts drifted briefly to the Nocturne Clan—rage simmering beneath the calm.
"Why not cultivate here?" Elara suggested, leaning closer, her adaptive eyes swirling with warmth.
Before Ash could disagree, Layla's voice sounded—smooth, composed, but with a hint of genuine interest.
