As soon as Adrian finished speaking, the gray-skinned wooden horse that had just glided past let out another small crack. Its neck twisted sharply to one side at a grotesque angle, its murky glass eyes fixed intently on the divider.
The representative of the Themisia Guild—the man who had just introduced himself as Julian—frowned slightly. He glanced at Adrian, then at the five freelance players fumbling around behind him.
"The rules of the game are clearly laid out," Julian said in a flat, cold voice, lightly tapping his white-gloved fingers against the iron railing. "Ten people. Five of us from the Themisia Guild will take the positions at the front. For this first round, the remaining five will be chosen by your side."
