Through his Eye of Vigilance, Ian sensed a cold aura that was both familiar and strange.
'Poison Fang?'
The visitor was actually Poison Fang, which surprised Ian a little.
He'd had very little interaction with Poison Fang. On the way to the Furnace, Poison Fang had always lingered at the edges of the group, his gaze gloomy, quiet and reserved.
Aside from missions assigned by Captain Hank, he rarely spoke to anyone else.
In total, Ian had probably exchanged less than five sentences with him.
KNOCK. KNOCK KNOCK.
The rhythm was short, carrying a hint of barely perceptible tension.
A flicker in his eyes, Ian straightened his robes and opened the door.
Poison Fang stood outside the door, about half a head shorter than Ian and with a slender build.
He was wrapped in a slightly oversized, dark gray cloak, his face devoid of color.
"Poison Fang?" Ian's tone was calm. He stepped aside to clear the way. "Come in."
