Dican finally got a secure line through. "Hey, Xing."
On the other end, there was a pause, and then a low, familiar hum. "You still alive?"
"Of course not. Even fire can't kill me," Dican replied dryly, scratching at the still-healing wound on the back of his head. His fingers brushed over a hard, golden scab that had formed. It shimmered faintly in the dim light, like hardened starlight. He grimaced, peeled it off without a flinch, and casually tossed it away. his hair was matted now with the goldne blood making it even more annoying.
"I stole the last known location of my younger brother," he began, voice low and fast, "but the problem is—I kind of lost it in the fire. So I don't know what to do. I kinda know where he is, but I don't know how to get to it, or where exactly. I just…" he trailed off, frustrated.
For all that, Xing Yu only gave a curt reply: "He's at the dumping grounds near the other side of the city."
