He shifted his stance slightly. "In the meantime, we'll start prepping your entry into Vardency. You'll go in as a refugee—low profile. Trade package included."
"Oh?" Elias asked. "And what's that going to be?"
Geras smirked. "Something small groups always forget when they're trying to expand and conquer. Something you happen to be good at."
He paused just enough to let it land. "Food."
Kikaru blinked. "Huh? Food? You think that's gonna win them over?"
Elias gave a short laugh. "Made you nicer when I cooked for you."
"Well… yeah, but that's—whatever."
"Then it's settled," Geras said. "Head back to Block A. Finish out the day. Run the obstacle course a few times. Be ready for tonight."
"Elias. Stay back for a few minutes."
The other two left without question, leaving him alone in the room with Geras.
"So," Geras said, leaning back slightly. "How've you been holding up? All the reports I've seen are flying colors."
