Kael and Garrett stood at the transfer gate departure point.
Garrett extended his hand. "I hope we stay in contact."
Kael shook it his hand firmly. "You'll hear from me."
The Old Wolf nodded, turned, and walked toward the administrative wing.
Kael watched him go, then turned to Aria, Lira, and Gerard.
"Ashfall City. Transfer gate seven."
The transfer gate deposited them in a building.
Ashfall City was exactly what the dossier described: a dumping ground. The buildings were gray stone and rotting wood, cramped together along narrow streets that smelled of sewage. The sky overhead was perpetually overcast, choked by the smog from the mine's processing facilities. Even the mana density felt thin and polluted, like breathing through a dirty cloth.
Lira surveyed the street with barely concealed disgust. "This is... your fief, my lord?"
A/N: A fief is a piece of land given to a person by a lord.
"One of them."
