The next morning at ten o'clock.
Claude and the Baroness must have had a restless night, for when he returned to the Black Sail Inn, Fen noticed his spirit was slightly off, albeit much fresher than usual.
His stubble was shaved clean, his face immaculately smooth, his hair slick and shiny, carrying the air of a former high-level knight.
After all, he was a master tasked with escorting the Aran Envoy on a significant mission.
It just so happened that things changed on the way, and he ended up aground in Heaven Port.
"I've called you here this time to discuss the trip to Aran. You are more familiar with the place and know the way."
Fen pulled out a map, needing to finalize everything before setting out.
"This isn't just a big job this time, it's a brutal one, damn it."
