"Han Jae-won." The name rolled out of Ambrose's mouth with enough spite to cut. "I almost forgot your existence. Didn't expect to see you this early. What, ran out of people to annoy?"
The Guide nearly faltered as he walked closer.
Once again Ambrose's newly found sharp tongue made him raise brows. And made him all the more eager to crush him like a bug under his boots.
"Peachy, Rory," Han answered with a fake smile of his own, giving Dr Kelly an acknowledging nod. "Just came to check on my team from the recent B-Rank dungeon raid. Some of us have to work around here instead of lying in bed like a sick Victorian child."
Ambrose's eyes glinted.
Colour him impressed.
"So many words from you. But then—should you be one to talk when all your teammates came out injured while you look cleaner than that receding hairline?" He paused, lifting a finger. "Unless, of course, you barely did anything other than 'Guiding'. Takes away the point of being called a Hunter, doesn't it?"
