Something we can work at

The end is nearing, and they’re 3 steps behind. Alastor had kept the end of his bargain and now, Noora has to show hers.

Dimiscus was chained and locked in her underground chamber. And he’s not happy with the rotting cell he’s in.

All the while, Noora is planning to take Alastor to some part of the city. They came across a quiet road from the tavern and turned right. A rusty arching gate loomed ahead of them. Roots and vines creep from the ground and to the railings of the gate. Noora pushed the gate and a loud groaned temporarily embedded in the air for Alastor to cringed.

“What are we doing here exactly?” Alastor asked.

“You said you wanted to go home, right?”

“Yeah, well, I could get used asleep. Also, I feel a bit peckish.”

“You… peckish? You’re a mercenary, I thought you were trained to withstand tormenting situations. Surely an hour or two won’t hurt.”

“You can be such a hassle, you know.”

She smirked.