Abel was sitting on a crate in the dark corner of the fort of the capital. Wearing a cloak with his hood almost covering the upper part of his face, he kept an unlit cigar in between his teeth. He stretched his legs straight, his back leaning against the stacked crates behind him.
"I am honored to be welcomed by you." A man's voice caressed his ear, making Abel snap his eyes ever so slowly.
Abel slowly peeled his eyes away from the night sky, setting them on the person standing several feet away from him. Unlike the quiet night sky, which allowed thick clouds to dominate it, the fort was bustling. People were unloading a bunch of crates. Some were consumers hoping to get a better deal to sell in the market and the sort.
Abel ignored the usual scene around him, narrowing his eyes, sizing up the man from head to toe. The side of his lips curled up slightly, eyes glinting in amusement.
