"Didn't we part ways about five minutes ago? Get lost, Yann," Adam snarled, cracks spreading on the teacup he just placed back on the table.
The guild master closed his open mouth, swallowing his question about knowing each other. Clearly, they shared a... complicated relationship. He was old enough to know that letting things unfold on their own would get him more information than asking direct questions. Therefore, he caressed his moustache and fixed his curled, white hair, and anticipated Yann's answer.
Unaware of the master's thoughts, Yann massaged his temples. "We did. Not for the right reasons. But it's not too late to stop." He stretched his palm toward Adam. "Return with me. I'll negotiate for a better price if the previous one wasn't good enough."
"No."
"No?" Yann's pupils constricted.
