Fionn was definitely in his High House. Cargan knew his brother way too well.
"How did you get in through the gates? The new rule was to not allow strangers in and I'm sure you are currently dressed like a homeless beggar right now." Cargan whispered, beaten by his frustration.
Fionn on the other hand seemed to be enjoying himself. "Ah—almost, brother. You are almost there. Someone I know would say a tycoon. That I dress like a thief."
Cargan sighed. "Did you use the seduction power on my guards?"
"They wouldn't let me in otherwise."
"You are impossible."
"We all are, brother. We all are."
Cargan rested his hands on his desk for support. "So did you find your stupid flower yet?"
"Unfortunately, I didn't. I asked around and guess what?" Fionn beamed again.
Cargan gripped his fist in the air. "I told you, Fionn, do not ask me anything!"
