Orion's gaze lingered, measuring the weight of the decision before him. The Dark Continental had been his clandestine pursuit all along, a path both perilous and necessary. There was no reason to hesitate. After a brief pause, he gave a composed nod, his expression betraying nothing of the quiet anticipation that stirred within.
A slow grin crept across the shopkeeper's face, a silent acknowledgment of victory. He leaned back slightly, rubbing his chin in thought before murmuring under his breath, "Got you."
Orion's sharp gaze flickered at the movement, but he remained silent, merely waiting for the next step. The shopkeeper exhaled, letting his grin settle into something more neutral. "I already know we're both weaving our own tales," he admitted, his tone laced with both amusement and a quiet understanding. "Since you seem to know my code name, what shall I call you?"
Orion's response was curt, unwavering. "It matters not. When?"