Velira looks at Karnessa now, her gaze lingering on the subtle marks of the collar, the posture of obedience. "And her age?"
"She's nineteen," Alix says. "Tier 3, level 340."
Velira doesn't speak for a moment. Then she draws a slow breath and exhales.
"Well…" She glances toward the two men. "They did say we needed outsiders. And the Empire didn't prohibit having a slave monster. We'll just be the first—and see what happens."
Gresren makes a face but doesn't argue. "This is going to make waves," he mutters.
Solven chuckles lightly. "Waves keep things interesting."
Velira finally nods. "Fine. She'll be your responsibility. If she causes trouble, it reflects on you."
"She won't," Alix replies without hesitation.
Karnessa lowers her head quietly, but her eyes burn with something fierce—determination, pride, maybe gratitude.
Velira steps forward and offers her hand once more.
"Then welcome to the Silver Shadows," she says. "Both of you."
