Evening hours.
Inside the Black Crow Tower.
After Garen and his underling dragons left the area, a small human figure came rushing in noisily through the Black Crow Tower's main entrance.
"Hahaha! I, the young miss, have returned! Garen! Get your ass out here! You're so dead this time!!" The small Dragon Master placed her arms on her hips as she laughed maniacally. Behind her was a sincere and honest looking tall man in black armor holding a two-meter-long hammer in his hand.
"Where's Garen?! Where's Garen!! I've received intel that he came to this place!!" Asilia shouted.
The waiters serving on that floor of the Black Crow Tower stared at her calmly as the Wizard leader of a class came up and greeted her respectfully.
"Your honorable Miss Dragon Master, Master Garen left just a while ago."
"Left?! What about Sir Black Crow?" Asilia's eyes widened.