While Mark and Kate busied themselves with the guild work, the portal suddenly flared and out stepped a familiar face. Ghost stood with a big smile on his face. "What the hell is this? You bastards are always up to something."
He looked around with genuine amusement and took the environment in. Even for Ghost, it took a second to get used to Bloodlands.
"You got here faster than I expected." Damon grinned. "Does that mean you are joining my guild?"
Ghost chuckled at Damon's words, running a hand through his messy black hair as his eyes swept across the jagged obsidian spires and the Blood Crucible bubbling at the heart of the outpost. "I will think about it."
"That's all I ask." Damon smiled and patted him on the back. He did not bother pressuring him as he knew about the man's character a little too well. Even in his last life, Ghost always preferred moving alone and settling his things on his own.
