In the dimly lit living room of the Silvermoon Safehouse, Damien and Constantine sat on a worn-out couch, a stack of pizza boxes and a couple of beer bottles scattered around them. The smell of pepperoni and cheese filled the air, mixing with the scent of hops and barley. They were deep into examining the list Kento had given them, their focus unwavering despite the casual atmosphere.
Damien took a swig of his beer and squinted at the paper in his hand. "Hey, I know this name," he said, pointing to one of the guilds listed. "The Darkmoon Order. They used to be based in Nyx, but apparently, they relocated after a scandal. Some of the Outcasts even scuffled with them back in the day."
Constantine leaned over, peering at the name. "Perfect for the job then. Where are they now?"
Damien flipped through his notes, finding the town's name. "They're in a place near Nyx called Darkhaven."
