Torrential rain rhythmically drummed on the car's roof as Jack watched people scramble off the street in a desperate search for shelter; some cowered under walkways, while others hid within various houses that doubled up as shops. Lightning illuminated the dark clouds in flashes of white as thunder rumbled through the sky.
Jack drummed his fingers on the car seat as he crossed his legs. "Walter, did you complete your task yesterday?"
Walter turned his head slightly, and his elven ear brushed against the headrest. "Yes, Young Master. I took a trip around town and memorised the most important locations."
"Very good, take us to the square with the job centers—or guilds, as they like to call them around these parts." Jack turned his gaze from the outside and looked around the car. "Also, stop referring to me as 'Young Master.' I am older than your ancestors."
