Theron walked through the halls of Daggers of the Night. Soon, he had made it to a familiar desk and placed a brown linen sack down.
The old man looked up, raising an eyebrow.
"What's this?"
"Just a warm up."
"… Mm."
The old man nodded and gave Theron his reward. He watched quietly as Theron left, an eyebrow raised in his heart.
…
'The old man is sharp. Maybe too sharp.'
Theron exhaled a breath, but this was a risk he had to take. While he was surprised by the old man's skepticism, it wasn't entirely unexpected.
The day was Friday, the last day of the weekday. Tonight would be the banquet. It was odd for Theron to go out and complete another mission.
But Theron also knew that the old man would never guess why he would do this.
To the old man, he was probably unconfident in success. However, Theron just needed a reason to return to the Guild.
