The gambling hall was massive in size, easily swallowing any smaller noble houses in one go.
The room was dense with so much chatter that Ryn could barely hear Sera over the noise.
"I'm so glad I went with you," she frowned.
Ryn didn't answer.
He reached into his ring and pulled out a mask, the same one that was given to him by Haywood. Even if he had other qualifications, there might be some nobles here who recognized him.
Sera saw the gesture and immediately did the same, putting on a white half-mask that was decorated with outrageous feather designs.
He couldn't even stop to sigh as they made their way through to a side area.
Ryn weaved past the crowded tables with steady, purposeful steps. The hall had plenty of games, noise, and bright-eyed gamblers throwing coin like water—but none of that interested him.
He only had two objectives: the invitation and the alchemist.
Sera hurried after him, nearly tripping over another guest's cloak.
