Steel Falcon Guild
"Yes, take them to the training hall—no, the other one. The one for newbie Hunters."
Out of all the voices bouncing off the walls of the lobby in the Guild, Leon—yes, Loki—picked up that particular voice. He shoved his hands into his pockets, arching a brow.
The lobby appeared to be alive with activities. Which was mostly moving people carrying crates of aether weapons. With barely a glance he could tell most of them were C-Rank.
A few were B-Rank.
But he didn't care about the weapons, narrowing his eyes on the person directing the moving people instead.
Guild master Dorothy.
She had her back facing him and was donned in a cream white dress with floral designs. So she didn't notice when he walked up to her with his biggest smile.
"Guild master," Leon called, staying still as the woman turned to face him. "Good morning. The Guild seems quite busy today."
