Kael didn't say a word when he left. He didn't need to. The way his eyes flicked toward the guild's exit was enough.
And me? Of course I followed.
Because apparently, shadowing a smug, dagger-wielding, chaos-magnet elf was now part of my daily routine.
I caught up with him outside the gates, the sun hitting his profile just right, the kind of lighting that made you question your life choices.
He didn't look back when he said, "Took you long enough."
"I wasn't following," I lied. "I was coincidentally going in the same direction."
He snorted. "Coincidentally toward the World Quest Generator?"
Damn him. He knew me too well.
We stopped before the enormous structure, glowing like some divine vending machine for chaos. The floating screens shimmered with quest listings, bosses, dungeons, rescue missions, fetch quests that felt more like unpaid internships for masochists.
Kael scrolled through with lazy precision. "You're looking for something brutal again, aren't you?"
