The air changed. The dry, ancient stone smell of the castle vanished, replaced by the damp, metallic tang of Arclight. Raindrops, fine and cold, immediately misted Fin's face. He stood on a flat, tarred rooftop, the city sprawling around them, a mess of dark buildings and flickering neon signs under a sky Scarlet appeared a second later, a grin already splitting her face as she breathed in the city air. "Ah, home sweet hell," she muttered, stretching her arms. "Smells like desperation and bad noodles. I missed it."
Fin ignored her. He walked to the edge of the rooftop, crouching low. The Hunter Guild liaison office was across the narrow street, three floors up in a grey, utilitarian building. Lights burned in a few windows, muted behind rain-streaked glass. Mara's schematics indicated the trackers' main workspace was on the second floor, rear-facing offices.
