Distro Street, corner of the main avenue.
At the rooftop garden of the Ameryn Brothers' guild building.
Aaron flipped through the newspaper while sipping his morning coffee.
The echoes of pedestrians and carriages acted as background noise while the city slowly woke up.
It had been a slow morning.
He knew what was going to happen last night: the possible assassination of young members of Crimson Hounds.
It was a risky mission and could end horribly, which could lead to a war.
However, he was still able to sleep and wake up rather relaxingly.
The door to the rooftop garden suddenly opened, and Arunn came rushing in with disheveled hair.
Arunn was completely opposite.
He couldn't sleep a wink and was visibly anxious.
"They still haven't reported in!" Arunn shouted while pacing back and forth. "I told Rae to report back every morning. We haven't received a word!"
