"How strange" Bolton muttered to himself.
Two days had gone by, along with the dawn of the third.
To gather information, he postponed the contract signing with Cabrera.
But he didn't find anything tangible.
Well, almost.
'They went on an expedition in the same timeframe Windless Peaks was destroyed and a manite mine was discovered?
Bolton let out a chuckle. He might very well be overthinking things.
Even so, he had to be sure.
*Finger snap*
"You called, Sir?"
"Get me Celler 14"
The guard stiffened briefly, before hastily nodding, and exiting the room.
'I'll find out what it is you're hiding'
His senses were tingling, and they were rarely wrong.
Ten minutes later, two guards escorted a short figure whose clothing was gray, dirty, and filthy, as was the rest of their body.
Their hands were entirely enclosed in metal, as were their eyes.
Long black hair fell to the left shoulder.
Bolton pulled out a sword as the figure spoke.
