The carriage finally pulls up once more to the gates, the staircase forming by the door for everyone to exit the vehicle. Maki is first, his outfit the same as when he left the gates, just washed up slightly. He did indeed look every inch the upper-crust noble he detested. ”Cloud Delegation returning. We’ve got passports. And drinks. First person to get here and let us in gets a free gate report. C’mon people.”
He also had his sense of humor returning.
He also had his sense of humor returning.