Steel and Sparks
He tore the parchment from the board.
"We'll be doing this quest."
Clara saw the excitement in his gaze.
She didn't try to dissuade him.
She had already learned that once Victor decided something—
It was decided.
Victor rolled his shoulders lightly, feeling the familiar stir of anticipation in his veins. The promise of the unknown. The scent of danger waiting in distant mountains. It felt clean. Honest.
"Our first job as adventurers... Heh, I'm actually getting pretty excited."
Once Victor was done picking the quest, he and Clara moved aside to wait for Lane to return. The guild hall buzzed with low conversation, tankards clinking, boots scraping against wooden floors polished by years of footsteps. Sunlight filtered through high windows, catching on steel edges and armor plates.
Victor leaned back against a pillar casually.
And looked at Clara.
Not briefly.
Not accidentally.
He studied her.
