James stood outside the Regional Headquarters of the Dungeon Regulators Association (DRA)*, his hands tucked into his pockets against the crisp evening breeze.
He waited for Adrian, who had gone to change out of his bloodied clothes after a round of routine interrogation. Within moments, he emerged from the building, a bag carrying his blood-stained clothes slung over his shoulder. James approached him with a smile.
"That was quick," he said, handing Adrian the keys to his new Mercedes. "Consider this an apology from the upper management for today's events."
"You didn't need to, but thanks either way," Adrian curtly replied, accepting the keys.
"Also, I'll submit the incident report to the executive director and keep you in the loop about the next steps," James informed Adrian, walking him to his new vehicle. Considering your status and the proof, the Tiger Clan should have a tough time slithering out of this mess."
