Darren's POV
We turned another corner, and I was greeted with the loud murmurs of men and the scent of thick wine. Rowena stopped me, taking a deep breath that clearly signalled discomfort.
"Why do they have to be so loud? Darren, what time is it?"
I looked at my watch that I got from the abandoned store, totally forgetting that I had it on. It was nothing like my watch at home, the rubber straps already causing my wrist to itch. It felt weird on my skin, an awkward look compared to the leather I was used to. For now, it would have to be enough.
"It's high noon now. A few minutes past one in the afternoon."
"And they're drinking. The fact that they have nothing to do doesn't mean they should slack off. That's why I'm sending Maklev with you. His potential would be lost with this sorry lot."
