That was how, a few hours later, Damien Bloodbane found himself standing in front of the Powerful Mage Coffee Club with Fatty at his side.
Fatty, holding a steaming bun in one hand, looked at the seemingly peaceful café and suddenly felt something was wrong.
His instincts screamed at him.
Powerful mana fluctuations rippled from inside, far beyond his comfort level.
He wiped his forehead and forced a nervous chuckle.
"Uh… Boss, now that I think about it," he said, backing away slightly, "I, uh… just remembered! I found a job! A very urgent job. Need to go now! Super important! Big money! Responsible adult stuff!"
Damien Bloodbane rolled his eyes at him. "You're running away."
"Nooo," Fatty dragged the word out, stepping further away. "I'm making a strategic retreat from unnecessary danger."
"... You just ate a meat bun you found on the street."
Fatty winced. "Look, that was a different kind of risk, okay?"
He took another step back.
And another.
