Steel Falcon Guild
Devon's car made a stop in front of the Guild building about two hours later. Viktor stayed back with Orion—but that was also mostly because he and Ambrose were still heated from their little argument earlier.
The building was a large manor surrounded by a vast expanse of greenery. The compound itself was tarred with people moving in and out of the Guild, most barely noticing the two of them.
A perfect sign already.
"Hey, you cool?" Devon tapped Ambrose's shoulder just when they were about to proceed forward.
The latter blinked before nodding with a smile. "Of course, I am. Why won't I be?"
Devon didn't seem convinced, slipping his hands into his pockets. "Well," he began awkwardly. "You seem kinda dull since that argument with Viktor. Just wondering if you want to talk about it or maybe—"
