The next day, Allen headed straight for the Association headquarters, his destination clear: Eleanor's office.
Eleanor sat behind her wide desk, a dark gold Rune pen in hand, marking a document that shimmered with a faint light.
Hearing the footsteps, she didn't look up, the tip of her pen only pausing for a moment.
"It's rare for you to come see me of your own accord." Eleanor signed her name at the bottom of the document.
"So, what brings a busy man like you to my door?"
Allen pulled out a chair and sat down opposite her.
"I'm not here about a mission." Allen placed his folded hands on the desk, getting straight to the point. "I want to talk about channels."
Eleanor leaned back, crossing her legs. She sized him up with an interested smile.
"Oh? Weisren Heavy Industry?"
Allen wasn't surprised. 'It would be stranger if the Association's intelligence couldn't even keep tabs on something this minor.'
