Sage Neyfid gritted his teeth at the woman before him. Yet, she was entirely unperturbed by his anger. She simply sat there, staring at him through her thin spectacles, waiting for a response.
"You can't do this…" the man growled. "Mearsheim promised me that she would invest in our party to help her find infected worlds! I demand to speak to her now!"
The woman sharpened her eyes. "As I have told you, Miss Mearsheim is busy and is unable to speak to you at the moment."
"…Why is she doing this?" the man growled. "We are one of the best exo-reconnaissance teams in the game. I am a senior Sage, and I have four excellent tracking and sensory-oriented junior Sages under me. We have an establishment of long-range astronomical surveillance apparatus that isn't easy to come by. You may have gotten lucky with an infected world recently, but that isn't always going to happe—"
"Enough."
