"Ohh, is that so."
"Is that a response from a Guildmaster? You should have been among the first to visit him when he woke up. He is our member." Beltimore walked toward the window and pulled the curtains wide open, letting the evening sunlight flood into the room.
Mirinda covered her eyes with her hand and slowly sat upright. Her lower eyelids were swollen, a clear sign of prolonged crying.
"I will visit him later… I'm just glad he is safe," Mirinda spoke softly.
Beltimore began gathering the bottles scattered across the floor. As he did, he noticed a frame lying nearby, a picture of them and their teammates from the old days. Russ was in it too. He picked it up and placed it on the table.
"Beltimore. Please tell me the truth. You already know about that man, don't you?" Mirinda looked straight at him.
"Why do you say that?"
