Oric walked into the building that Connor had invited him to. His face was still a mess, and he had not planned to leave his home until the bruising had healed, but Connor kept harassing him by telling him that it was an outing he would not want to miss. Knowing that his friend was not an easily excitable person, Oric felt that whatever it was had to be worth the trip. He put on a hat and glasses to cover his face and took a taxi to the address.
For just one minute after entering the location, Oric felt like his friend had lost his mind. He was standing in some sort of showroom, and an elderly woman at the front desk handed him a notepad before pointing toward the back of the storehouse. Oric wanted nothing more than to curl up in bed; enjoying his healing time as a mini vacation, but he needed to confront Connor for wasting his time before he left.
