"You two look pretty beat up," the elf said with a grin, eyeing the bruises on Hades.
The redhead scoffed. "Like you weren't expecting it."
He didn't believe for a second that Lary's little setup had gone unnoticed by the guild master. Maybe the elf hadn't told Lary about them—but a scam that big? There was no way it had happened behind his back.
"Well, you're the first ones to survive it. Congrats, I guess?" The elf shrugged, clearly not all that impressed.
Hades let out a quiet sigh and handed over a small pouch. "Two thousand. Count them."
The elf bounced the pouch lightly in his palm, listening to the weight, then gave a nod. "All good. Wait here—I'll come get you in a bit." With that, he turned and left the office, the door clicking shut behind him.
The room fell into a brief silence.
"Want some water?" Hades asked, leaning forward to grab the jug and a glass.
Luna shook her head, watching as he poured a glass for himself and took a sip.
