The handle turns at seven o'clock exactly.
Zhang Xi enters first.
Her posture is the same as always: calm, hands joined in front of her body, gray tunic impeccable, and that serene face that seems to weather internal storms without letting a single drop hit the floor. She gives a small bow when she sees me.
"Dryden Sands."
"Reverend Zhang Xi."
A faint smile touches her lips, but it dies fast when the person behind her steps into the room.
The leader of the Silver Fang doesn't look like the head of a healing guild.
I already knew that, and even so, it's the first conclusion I reach.
