The journey back to Dawnless was a blur of exhaustion and focus for Baines.
Within mere hours, his battered form crossed the threshold into the organization's stronghold. As he briefly took in the surroundings, his sharp eyes caught on the intricate markings of magic circles etched into the ground around the organization's building, their glowing runes pulsing with a soft, ethereal light.
'He finished it,' Baines nodded and not even going any further, he was greeted by Wick. His loyal subordinate stood waiting, his expression a blend of relief and concern in it's skeleton like face. It knew Baines, he wasn't the emotional type. Asking if he was alright could even anger him. So it just stood.
"Good job," Baines said, his voice steady and laced with true gratitude. It was reasons like this he found Wick valuable.
