Chapter 32: Finding home in Critic Arley
Forenoon
Conan marched into one of the places he dreaded most in search of Hound, he had contemplated leaving without a word but decided against it as the mansion was not a place to take so lightly, but he had to leave.
"Hound... Hound you have a visitor!" his voice thundered around the small niche, he knew Hound was around as he had watched him walk back in from wherever earlier.
"Okay I’m leaving because I’m cold, you reckon you could come out now" he tried to reason with the invisible Hound
"I have important information if you have no cravings for it, I shall take my lea..."
Bound suddenly appeared behind Conan "Let’s hear it"
"Shit! Shit Hound I’m a fucking knight!" Conan exclaimed, his eyes wide
"Then don’t get terrified this quickly" Hound advised
"You should refrain from pulling shit like that" his face slightly paler than they were when he’d stepped in
"You got important information on what?" Hound redirected
"Aren’t you eager to say who instead of what?" he was back to his playful self, his eyebrow wiggling