"Does it matter? You got in too despite not having a lick of faith in anything other than yourself, I mean, you set up our rendez-vous in a place dedicated to you and have probably been staring at yourself for the past few hours" he rebutted, honestly not caring a single second about how this undead had gotten in, he had and that was all that mattered, arriving precisely when needed.
It was like fate had arranged for this meeting, but considering how distraught Quideos Audit had appeared, it seemed like even he had not been aware of this machination.
The elf woman shook her head, running her fingers through her pink hair, slicking it back.
