185 Whistle

"We look like suspicious characters," Syryn said to the blond next to him. They were both wearing identical grey cloaks with hoods that hid the upper halves of their faces.

"It's standard getup for a night at Silent," Rowan answered. "You'll appear more out of place without a cloak."

Rowan and Syryn were waiting at the spot in their garden where the rift would open.

"You'd think the place is crawling with criminals the way everyone has to hide their faces," Syryn commented.

The two of them saw the air split before them. The rift was opened from the inside. Rowan stepped in first, then Syryn. To his surprise, their companions were familiar folks - Artemus, Sebastian, and Vincent - cloaked similarly.

"Oh hey, it's Siran," the golden-eyed anti mage waved.

"Rowan, why is this man talking to me with familiarity as though I know him?" Syryn asked the blond.