The air changed. The dry, old stone smell of the castle was gone. Now it smelled damp and metallic, like Arclight. Cold rain immediately misted Fin's face. He stood on a flat, tarred rooftop. The city spread out around them, a tangle of dark buildings and flickering neon signs under a sky the color of dirty dishwater.
Arachne appeared beside him, a shadow in the dim light. Her head was already turning, scanning their surroundings. Scarlet showed up a second later. She stretched her arms with a satisfied groan.
"Ah, good old miserable Arclight," Scarlet said. She grinned as she looked around. "Smells like wet dog and bad decisions. Home sweet home, kinda." She bounced on the balls of her feet. "So, liaison office. Which way to the party, Boss?"
