"Sir… sir, what are you doing here and why are you dressed like this? We've been looking for you for so long!"
Dimitri Stein looked up from packing away the last of his core display with mild amusement. His assistant—Jani, a competent woman in her thirties who'd been managing his chaos for five years now—stood with her hands on her hips, exasperation radiating from every line of her body.
"Jani," he said pleasantly, folding the cloth that had covered his merchant table. "You know it's not every day I meet a person of my blood. I just had to do something for them."
"You and your crazy Soul Talent." Jani pinched the bridge of her nose. "How many relatives do you even have, sir? There are probably hundreds scattered across the Republic at this point."
