After not finding any book or torn pages in the group's robes, Jack escorted them to the first floor, where the few most dedicated mercenaries inspected the posters pasted on the mission board.
Surprised to see them come down the stairs, Lana waved at them behind her counter. "Your cards are ready! But don't tell me you spent the night in the library."
"Hahaha. We just lost track of time." Approaching her, Julius rubbed his palms. "Please tell us about the rules before we leave."
With a nod, Lana placed four cards on the counter. A soft silvery hue sparkled between the rows of engraved letters.
On the right side, he read his name, affinity, and rank, while the dots of different depths blending in a complex yet faithful portrait of his face on the left made him gasp.
