Mallory waited until the mage was out of hearing before she turned to Jorgen, ignoring the journal notification that she assumed was a quest for the mage. “Are you okay?”
“It’s not the first time I’ve encountered that kind of attitude,” Jorgen said. “I appreciate your words of defence.”
Ryan slung an arm around Jorgen’s shoulders. “It’s what mates do. Come on, we better make sure Brodie doesn’t rip the mage off. The sight of all that stuff to sell might be too much for him to resist.”
Emica glared in the direction of the man who’d insulted Jorgen. “We should have left him behind. On principle.”
Mallory was half tempted to agree. “We better get organised to go if we want to have any chance of reaching the area before midnight. Which isn’t unrealistic with all the hold-ups we’ve had.”
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