William and Finch remained outside for the moment. They stood at a window, silently observing the sprawling Wargrave Estate through the glass as they discussed amongst themselves. The soft hum of distant activity from the estate grounds contrasted with their growing impatience.
"What is keeping him so long… sighs," William muttered with a weary exhale. He was already tired of standing and waiting for Asher. Although only minutes had passed, to him, it felt like an agonizing stretch of time, each second dragging longer than the last.
"At this point, isn't he a bad host?" Finch replied with an exasperated sigh of his own, his black eyes staring at the world beyond the window. The landscape outside was vibrant, yet Finch's expression remained flat, unimpressed, and tired.
