“Did he tell you that?” Ash exclaimed. “No one has ever seen him. Are you seriously going to follow orders scribbled on a piece of parchment without even knowing whose hand wrote them?”
“He’s never wrong.” Kessa sipped her ale. “Believe me, I don’t want to doom a young girl...”
“But you got no issues dooming me, huh?” Ash laughed. “This favor will cost you, you know. Have a pint with me, or, better yet, you can thank me per—”
Kessa’s foot found its way to his groin before he could finish the sentence.
“I... got the hint,” Ash hissed.
“Fool around as much as you want, but...”
“But what?” His face suddenly lost all of its cheer and became an emotionless mask. “Seven against twelve. That’s what you were sent for, wasn’t it? I admit that I’m flattered, I was, after all, rated eight
