The tavern's flapping door opened with a creak as a young man stepped inside, casting a long shadow across the worn wooden floor.
At the bar counter, Digby was enjoying a strong whiskey drink. He was all alone.
The tavern wasn't officially even open, as Zephyr needed for the mercenaries to stay sober during the war.
"So, this is where you went?" Adam took a seat by him.
"Yeah, I felt like I needed a drink." Digby softly sipped down the strong whiskey. "It is not every day you get news about someone betraying humanity."
"Yeah." Adam nodded heavily.
"So, to what conclusion did the high and lofty council come?"
"They'll make a move on Moriarty at the next dawning morning." Adam said. "The real world will also hear about his betrayal."
"Oh?" Digby took another sip. "He's not getting out of this one."
"You wanted to talk to me about something?" Adam said. "What is it?"
