Kael had been skeptical from the moment they arrived in front of what his twig insistently referred to as an inconspicuous door.
In the golden dragon's opinion, however, there was nothing inconspicuous about it.
The thing simply looked shabby. Not to mention flimsy enough that if he were to blow even the gentlest breeze in its direction, that poor excuse of a door would likely end up blown off its hinges.
Ironically, they were quite the opposite of said door. Even concealed beneath glamour, their group still looked suspicious enough that anyone would've immediately become concerned had they actually been visible. Thugs wearing suits could never be good news.
Though in Riley's opinion, what people really needed to mind wasn't their towering builds but the expression currently worn by their most hot-headed member.
Standing by the roadside, Kael stared down at the basement entrance with a visible grimace, his face practically screaming, I hate this place already.
