Oh Hell!
Fanfar's eyebrows shot up, curiosity dancing in his emerald eyes. The room's noise—the arguments and declarations—faded into a muted backdrop as he focused on Killian. He always had a mischievous aura, a spark that promised trouble wrapped in adventure.
"With me?" Fanfar said, a smile breaking through his guarded expression. "You do know how to make an entrance, Killian."
Killian tilted his hat slightly, casting a shadow over his shimmering eyes. "I'd say, your charm drew me here, but let's skip the pleasantries. We're running out of time, and you'll want to see this."
Fanfar glanced at the heated debate continuing at the front of the hall. Jazz's voice rose as he once again commanded silence. The scene seemed small now, insignificant compared to the glint in Killian's eyes and the promise in his voice.
"Alright," Fanfar said, stepping out of his chair and brushing past the edge of anticipation that made his heart race. "Where are we going?"