That's right. Focus on Krogan, not me.
Zirikon watched as Wulv ran the name through his mind, his calculating nature evident. He was already piecing things together, trying to recall everything he knew of this 'Krogan.'
Perfect. Let him sink deeper into his thoughts.
Meanwhile, Yuki, who had been silent up until now, shifted her gaze between the two men. Unlike Wulv, her sharp eyes weren't entirely on Zirikon's words—they were on his movements.
She had caught that faint hesitation before he answered.
Something about this still didn't sit right with her.
"Lord Krogan," Yuki repeated, her voice smooth yet questioning. "And where, exactly, does this 'lord' of yours stand?"
Zirikon chuckled, taking another slow drag of his cigar. The ember flared, casting a brief glow over his golden fur.
"Where he has always stood," he said smoothly. "Watching. Waiting. Calculating."
That answer didn't satisfy her, but before she could press further, Wulv chuckled.
