I was lowkey shitting my britches thinking that my cover was going to get blown. Just until there was a knock on the door.
"I'm busy." [Guildmaster]
There was a knock again.
"I said, I'm busy." [Guildmaster]
Another knock.
"Guess who~?" [???]
A very recognizable voice ca from the other side.
("Is that who I think it is?") [Solace]
The door swung open to reveal Nakros. Just like Jukhan, his shackles were nowhere to be seen.
"...Nakros. What are you doing here?" [Guildmaster]
"I heard a friend of mine ca by." [Nakros]
"A friend?" [Guildmaster]
Nakros walked over to my side and placed his hands on my shoulders.
"This guy." [Nakros]
He shook with a smile on his face.
"...Hm. Did you know your friend may be charged with a few cris in the near future?" [Guildmaster]
"That's why I'm here. Can you just wrap this up and let him go on his way?" [Nakros]
The Guildmaster gave Nakros a threatening look.
"You know I can't disregard the law." [Guildmaster]
"What are you talking about? Other mbers do it all the ti." [Nakros]
"Oh, really? Can I get their nas?" [Guildmaster]
"Tsk tsk tsk. You can't get to snitch that easily." [Nakros]
The Guildmaster sighed and reached into his personal desk. I thought he'd be doing sothing important, but it was just him fixing himself a drink. I watched him put so sort of black powder into a white mug and stirred it with... alcohol?
"Is this friend of yours so important that you had to personally co over here?" [Guildmaster]
The Guildmaster took a sip from what slled like an alcoholic coffee.
"He's my fellow disciple. The youngest among us." [Nakros]
The Guildmaster practically spat out his drink. Matter of fact, it almost hit . I was very happy that Nakros pulled aside to avoid it.
"He's your fellow disciple?!" [Guildmaster]
"Yeppers." [Nakros]
The Guildmaster leaned back in his seat and let out a long exhausted sigh.
"Fine." [Guildmaster]
He waved us away.
"Go. I don't want to see your mugs." [Guildmaster]
"Huh?! But Guildmaster-!" [Drunkard]
"Shut up!" [Guildmaster]
The drunkard flinched.
"From now on, this matter is settled. No more fighting. I better not hear anything about this again." [Guildmaster]
Like that, we were all kicked out. Yes, including the drunkard.
"Huh, well ain't that sothing." [Nakros]
We stared at the drunkard.
"I-I'll see myself out..." [Drunkard]
He looked like a dog walking away with its tail tucked between its legs.
"...So, what're you doing here?" [Solace]
"I was around the area." [Nakros]
"Uh-huh..." [Solace]
Sothing felt off. Everyti I et him, sothing bad happens.
"Co with . Let's have a chat." [Nakros]
I followed him back down to the first floor, where my friends were waiting at one of the tables. They looked pretty worried until they saw co downstairs.
"Alt!" [Fina]
"Wait, who's that?" [Raon]
"Soone I know." [Solace]
They all had worried looks.
"People you know usually bring trouble." [Wilharrow]
See? Even my friends think that.
"Aw, are these your friends?" [Nakros]
He waved at them.
"Hi, I'm Nakros. I'm his fellow disciple. We're practically brothers." [Nakros]
After hearing that, Leon imdiately leapt across the table wielding a hidden blade.
"Woah!" [Nakros]
He grabbed Leon's wrist and disard her within a split second. The knife dropped, allowing Nakros to swipe it.
"Feisty. Anyways, what's her problem?" [Nakros]
"Jukhan's disciple." [Solace]
"Ah..." [Nakros]
With just a na, it was easy to understand. He gently pushed Leon away and placed the knife on the table.
"Can I have a seat?" [Nakros]
My allies seed impressed.
"Grab one. You're welco to our table." [Wilharrow]
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