Ruu returned to Daggers of the Night calmly, her expression hidden beneath her cloak.
Soon, she stood before a desk that seemed identical in all ways. However, this time, there was a woman behind it. Old, wrinkled, and looking as though she had already passed away, the elder sat there and didn't seem to acknowledge Ruu's presence at all.
It was then that things shifted. Or rather, they shifted the moment Ruu placed the bag in her hand down.
The murky eyes of the old woman opened and she looked at it.
"There is no blood," she said calmly.
"My mission didn't require blood. It was a retrieval mission."
"The Guild has grown soft," the old woman said indifferently.
There was a chilliness to her tone that made Ruu feel goosebumps race across her skin. She couldn't find it in herself to lie to this woman at all. Those eyes, no matter how murky they were, were too sharp, too powerful, too all-seeing.
