Jeci, Lynus, Raven, Annette, Thalen, Vida, Arlem, Helena, Bairan, Revant, Braham, Hao, and Illitis all found themselves on the upper floor of the Tower—a roundtable meeting room.
Each sat at different sections of the table, waiting, watching each other.
Bairan had summoned them for what he called a Pioneers meeting. He swept his gaze across them all and demanded that anyone with ties to Northern follow him. Arlem had hesitated, but Annette insisted he come along.
After a long silence, Annette finally exhaled and pointed to a green-haired bastard sitting on the opposite side of the table.
"I understand every other person here, one way or another. But that gutter boy—that wretched existence sitting over there—for the past nine minutes, I've been trying to figure out what the hell he's doing here."
Bairan, sitting next to her, glanced over at Braham, a disarming smile plastered on his face.
Hao stood before Bairan could speak.
