Raven gently rapped her knuckles against the wooden door before pushing it open.
Inside, she found Gilbert hunched over his table, arms folded, a dark cloud of worry etched onto his wizened features.
"Sage Gilbert, is everything alright?"
Terence's voice rang with sincere concern as she peered over Raven's shoulder from the hallway.
Gilbert's brow furrowed into a deep frown. "He's a difficult one," he grumbled, leaning back in his chair to regard the two ladies.
"What happened?" Terence pressed, stepping fully into the room with Raven.
Turning his gaze to Raven, Gilbert explained, "He refused to give us the information for free... and he thinks your idea to close down all the rifts instead of focusing on going home is a suicidal attempt."
Raven's expression remained indifferent, her crimson eyes unflinching. "I see," she said coldly after a beat of silence.
"Anyone would think that,"
