The TV was still blaring with the sound of goblin screams when Ren suddenly reached into his hoodie pocket.
Luxy, mid-swig of her beer, raised an eyebrow. "What's that? More money?"
Ren pulled out a letter. Not just any letter—it was folded neatly in a crimson cover, decorated with a golden dragon etched along the edges. Even in Luxy's dim, beer-scented apartment, the envelope shimmered faintly, as if it didn't belong in this trash heap of empty cans and chip bags.
Ren held it up between two fingers, smirking. "Guess where this is from?"
Luxy squinted at it, then shrugged. "How should I know? I don't understand half of how the mortal world works. For all I know, that could be anything."
Ren chuckled. "This is from the Lan family."
Luxy blinked. "…Lan? As in—"
"Yep." Ren slid a finger under the seal and opened it carefully. "They're inviting me to join the Guild Sirius. Apparently, they think I've got potential."
