Once Robert finished speaking, the quiet settled in like a blanket, the only sound coming from the low hiss of burning oil in the lanterns.
Elder Delvin studied him, eyes narrowing with a mix of doubt and intrigue. "So, Robert," he said slowly, "you believe you can carry the clan to victory tomorrow?"
Robert did not flinch. A trace of a smile formed—subtle but sure. "I do. And the best part? I have not even shown all my cards yet."
Something in his tone made even the elder figures pause and reconsider.
Both Delvin and Sarah exchanged surprised glances, a hint of amusement flashing across their faces before Sarah let out a soft laugh. Delvin grinned; the competitive fire awakened in him. "We will see whose fortunes change once the competition ends," he replied, voice almost playful.
Robert offered a small bow. "In that case, Elder Delvin and Lady Sarah, I will take my leave now."
