The atmosphere in the main hall of the patrol station remained unusually calm as Luke, Agnes, and Eric continued their discussion behind the closed door.
Time passed.
Too long, in Noah's opinion.
The silence had become so unbearable that he finally broke it.
"Do you think they've started killing each other already?" he asked casually. "Eric's probably inside cleaning up the blood as we speak."
Rafe clicked his tongue and slowly turned to look at the knight, giving him a long, disapproving stare.
"What?" Noah raised both hands innocently. "It's been too quiet. I'm just trying to make the waiting less boring."
Kyren merely cast him a glance before looking away again, saying nothing.
The senior guard finally raised his arm, beckoning one of his subordinates. The waiting patrol guard promptly stepped forward and lowered his head.
"Go and call them," the senior guard instructed. "They've been in there long enough. We don't have all day."
"Yes, Sir."
