“Where’s the sport in that?”
Zen laughed, regardless of the strain in his arms when they finally dropped the bale between them. Enki hadn’t needed any help, and not only because he could have used magic. With a mighty heave, he lifted the bale over his head to place it with a stack of others in the loft, making the exposed muscles of his forearms ripple.
Zen wondered what the muscles of his biceps, shoulders, and back would look like if he wasn’t wearing a shirt…
“What about you?”
“Hmm?”
“What about your role?” Enki dusted his hands off on the sides of his trousers. “You said four members in your party but only listed three.”
“I’m a priest.”
“Of the Lord of Law?” Enki looked stricken, which caused Zen to sound unsure when he answered.
“Yes?”
“Don’t say that loudly,” Enki said in a
