Avery stared intently at the emblem, but it was not anything that he recognized.
The intricate engravings created the visage of some sort of avian creature, though it was an unfamiliar creature to Avery.
'I wonder if it's some sort of pass to a secret information organization, or a market that sells highly specialized and advanced weaponry.' Avery thought, let his imagination run wild.
There were always whispers about places and goods that normal people could not get access to, and Zefield seemed like the kind of person that might have such connections.
Of course, Avery understood that he was probably off base here. Though he was still hoping that this might be him receiving an invitation to join society for only select high ranking mercenaries.
