“Of course I want to live! But I’m a Pact Mage, and we can’t afford to sit on the sidelines, sipping tea and watching all of my friends going to war. “Oh hey Ashe. You’re a Pact Mage. How was that big fight between two dragons to change the fate of the world? Oh, I don’t know! I was a wuss and didn’t go!” There was a silence as Ashe gripped his teacup candle so tight I could swear the porcelain was going to shatter.
“Perhaps I’ve overestimated your intelligence if the only reason you’re here is a sense of duty or youthful adventure. Or maybe you’ll prove me a pessimist.” I could tell that Myrtle’s words made Ashe quite furious, but he didn’t say a word.
“Excuse me for not completely buying your reasoning. I suspect you’re here giving us admittedly good orders, but orders none the less. T
