Bab 95: Back home, Cain is burning?!

It was late evening. The golden shine of dusk seeped through the semi-opened windows. Cain walked through the empty seats to the nearest reception desk with the girls in tow. "Have you seen Dragon's fang?"

Slowly lifting her head. That white hair was too distinct to be missed "Didn't you have an escort quest, did you finish it, or did it fail?"

Cain rolled his eyes, what he heard wasn't the answer he wanted. Gently putting his hand on the desk "It's finished, Dolrig will submit the report tomorrow. Answer my question now!" His voice slowly got louder with each word.

Tilting her head back slightly, a drop of sweat ran down her spine. "They finished a quest this noon, they should be resting back home now." Gently putting her hands together with a faked smile, "Please check on them there."

Cain finally cracked a smile at her, "Thanks." His palm had left a slight burn mark on the wooden desk. The receptionist silently watched him leave.