Devin's teeth flashed as he grinned at Snow's reaction. She didn't answer his question, but instead was told that a meeting with Merlin awaited. He let out a long whistle. Devin wasn't expecting a mission, although he supposed that one was long overdue. The hunter had already been languishing in the Guild for three weeks. In between the regular training sessions he had gotten to know much of the ladies in the brothel.

"Roger that, Snow," Devin said and saluted the woman. Kissing a disappointed Kassandra goodbye, he retrieved his clothes from the room and dressed. Merlin was located in the inner sanctum of the Guild, a place not privy to the eyes of the public. This was as secret as clubs could get, but it dealt not in entertaining rich guests or depraved pleasures. The Guild, as it was known, hunted things most people didn't even know existed. Monsters. Through a stroke of luck Devin had met an agent who was convinced of his abilities, and here he was, a ready volunteer in Merlin's army. He still wasn't sure if he was mad.

When the rest of the party saw him again, Devin was fully clothed, and leaning against the wall outside Merlin's room.