Zach saw Derot's confused face and handed over the letter for him to read. He did so with eyes narrowed with suspicion. He then looked at Zach's grin.
"This sounds incredibly fishy," Derot said.
"I'm sure that's part of it."
Derot sighed.
"Does a secret society of merchants intrigue you that much?" Derot asked skeptically.
"Of course!" Zach's head bobbed up and down excitedly.
"I guess we're meeting them, then." Derot sighed again and stuffed the letter back inside his shirt.
Zach cheered before catching up to Derot, who had already started heading toward the exit. There was no time like the present, and the secret society seemed like they were available at a moment's notice, given the letter's contents.
Derot shook his head.
A secret society of merchants.
