A flippant looking man with spikey yellow hair was sitting on a chair and glanced up when the doors of the room he was in opened.
The one walking through the doors had to bend his head down to avoid hitting his head against the doorway. Being a three-meter tall bahnen came with a few inconveniences.
"You're finally back, Rook. I was beginning to think that you wouldn't be here for the festivities we've been planning for quite some time."
Rook, the same man that had just failed at capturing Jasmine and Olivia, glared at his insouciant partner.
He was still furious at how things had gone down with the trap he had ordered Vandalen to set up.
Originally, he was not supposed to have gotten involved at all and only did so when it became clear that his subordinate was not going to be able to accomplish his task.
Even then, he had been forced to retreat in disgrace. With far greater losses than returns.
