"Back already?" The guard at the teleportation gate of Peltora leaned on the haft of his spear as Ludwig approached. The man's armor creaked with the movement, a scuff of polished steel against the leather straps. His tone was casual, but his eyes flickered over Ludwig's face, then darted toward Celine who seemed uninterested by everything going
"Rushed business," Ludwig replied, his voice calm and clipped. He raised his hand, fingers brushing the insignia pinned just over his heart. The faint metallic tap was enough to catch the guard's attention.
The man straightened at once, his previously easy stance snapping to something more respectful. "Ah… that explains it then. Priority transport. No wonder you received a recommendation from the Holy Order." His gaze lingered on the adventurer rank along with the token of Titania, the way one might stare at a banner of authority, before darting away.
