Sinnett leaned over to read the message, staying for almost a minute as he stared at the screen. Then he barked out a laugh. "You're the assistant?"
Asher shot him a dry look. "Shut up." He scoffed and turned back to the screen with a frown.
Just yesterday, he had planned to slack off. By midday, he was getting into a guild.
By the end of the day, he was becoming a dragon and a Necromancer with soldiers.
Sinnett just leaned back in his seat, still laughing. "I'm just picturing you as someone's sidekick. Not just anyone, either… she's worse than you are."
Asher ignored him, already pulling up more files at the corner of the screen. He thought about the timeframe they had to break into the city's asylum and the risks attached.
One was the guild getting disbanded. Another was them getting caught and detained. He was definitely not escaping if that happened, his Necromancer class would be another reason for them to keep him there.
