The knocks came again, quick and urgent.
Wade grabbed his sword from the couch before pulling the door open.
Rowan stood there, breathing hard, eyes intense with a seriousness Wade wasn't used to seeing in him.
"Rowan?" Wade frowned. "What's wrong?"
"Viscount Fairchild," Rowan said without preamble. "He's in Hiving. I just got word."
"He called for me. Something about a new quest." He glanced over his shoulder, then back at Wade. "This could be your chance."
Wade blinked. "My chance?"
"To meet him," Rowan said, lowering his voice. "You wanted me to introduce you, right? Well, here's the perfect opportunity."
"He doesn't usually come into the city himself. If you're serious about a loan, now's the time."
Wade frowned. He never thought he'd get to meet the Viscount this early, but the thought of stronger gear and better skills made him shove away the thoughts.
He'd need those things if he wanted to clear the dungeon alone.
