I walked straight over to Usumgallu, who was sitting by the counter, absorbed in a pile of documents.
The moment he saw me, he adjusted his monocle with an air of quiet importance.
"Owner, I see that you've returned safely," he said, his voice as smooth as ever, but something about the way he said it made me feel like there was more to the story.
I narrowed my eyes, suspicion creeping in. This guy knew something I didn't.
"You seem to know exactly what happened after the knowledge transfer. Care to explain?" I said, exasperated. "Usumga-whatever your name is." His name was a mouthful, but at least I got the first part right.
Usumgallu, without so much as a blink, adjusted his monocle again and sighed. "If it's too difficult for you to say, you may call me Usum."
His tone didn't change. "And yes, I was aware that the transfer process could cause a few... slight complications. Though, I assure you, such occurrences are extremely rare."