The Goltbred heiress kicked her feet idly while staring down the pair of orphans. Having disciples was a status symbol to some cultivators in the past - and now, for some. Now, more than then, it was only a job to some others. But the important part of mentoring was always pushing them just a *little* forward in some way.
"Have either of you heard about our missing performers?"
Fusand's brow pinched at the question. While he did notice that there seemed to be a lot of people gathering in one section of the venue, the rumors hadn't truly begun their memetic propagation. He thought hard for a moment before giving in to curiosity.
"...What missing performers?"
"The Wing & Talon's prize birds. The ones they just unveiled yesterday. All four of them, somehow spirited away in the night despite being under lock and watch."
The sandy-haired teen held his chin and scrunched his face as he processed this.