This was the second time Anos found himself at the bustling Hunter's Guild. No matter the hour, the place was always lively, with mercenaries swapping tales, negotiating contracts, or simply loitering around. The energy in the air felt almost electric. Ignoring the crowd, Anos strode confidently toward the familiar door of The Iron Reavers Mercenaries Cafe and pushed it open.
"Welcome to The Iron Reavers Mercenaries Group," came Nora's ever-sweet voice, lilting with practiced charm.
Anos grinned. "Hello, beautiful big sisters," he greeted with exaggerated sweetness, his words carrying just the right mix of charm and mischief. His tone was like sunshine, instantly drawing attention.
At the far end of the room, Zoey, seated in front of her computer, spun her chair around so fast she nearly toppled over. Her sharp eyes locked onto him.
