News travelled fast, but gossip travelled even faster.
Considering how transfixed and eager people were, everything that had to do with DG and House Kyros practically travelled around as if it had grown its own wings.
And by the time it reached a certain alleged powerhouse, it had swelled into something bloated and volatile, just waiting to burst.
The doors to the temporary office slammed open.
"Lord Magnus!"
Doyle Rook barreled in without waiting for permission, bald head gleaming under the lights as he waved his terminal like it was evidence in a trial. His face was red, expression twisted into its usual state of righteous outrage.
"We have a problem!" he barked. "Those kids are doing something again!"
The Iron Panthers guild leader barely looked up.
