Gwen felt a disturbance.
She couldn't sleep properly.
The gate was relatively uneventful after the last run in and she only had to give them a quick scan before sitting in her chair.
But something felt off. Like an itch she couldn't reach, something was nagging at the corner of her mind, stopping her from resting.
Was it the old man? She didn't know. When she scanned the group, he was. . . painfully ordinary with only around three Sigils worth of power.
Nothing more nothing less.
Probably a retired hunter who couldn't make a living.
But at the same time, there was something about his. . . gaze that threw her off.
What was it?
Furrowing her brows, Gwen clicked her tongue and stood up.
"Whatever. You two! I'm taking a break for a bit."
Unable to calm this doubt in her mind, she decided to ditch work and jump away before they could even stop her.
Her father and aunty are busy keeping the seas clean so they entrusted this location to her.
