It's already been five days since that news about Whitney's guild blew up, and it's still raging on without any resolution. Is this the right moment to go pay her a visit?
I stood up, changed into something more presentable, and turned to the two lazy lumps sprawled out and doing jack shit. "Glacier, Macaron, you guys wanna tag along for a quick visit to someone?" I asked.
Glacier's ears perked up right away, and Macaron zipped over to my shoulder, excitedly pointing toward the door. "Let's go on an adventure!"
I chuckled. "Nah, it's just a visit, nothing wild."
Glacier just growled low, scratching impatiently at the door.
"Okay, fine, we're going," I said, "but let's grab some takeout first."
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Whitney was pacing back and forth in her room, eyes glued to the news feed on her screen, her stomach in knots.
