A young man rested on the wall of a building, winking at the passing ladies, and causing them to blush.
With the confidence he carried, one would think he was in his mid-twenties, and a great prodigy.
Martin weaved his fingers through his hair trying to push back the strands of hair that blocked his vision.
"I thought you said they were going to meet us here?"
Ace grumbled as he stood beside Martin.
They had left the house early just to meet up with these so-called men that Axton had told him about, and he was starting to get tired.
From the movement of the sun, they had been standing by the entrance of the coo-operation's building for three hours.
Martin rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, he had also expected the adventurers to be here.
Did he come a bit too early, or did they leave without him?
