>>6097479The walk to Asher’s is rather long, but it isn’t arduous in the slightest. Perhaps you’ve managed to pick up a thing or two with all the sneaking around you do these days? Or maybe the child-soldier turned maid is a savant regarding directions. In the end, it doesn’t truly matter which way or the other as you arrive to Asher’s excuse of a home after a silent journey. Seriously, would it kill him to invest in some better property? You’re practically disgracing yourself simply by entering this shack fit only for a commoner.
You hear some shuffling and a muffled yell after you pound on the slab of bark that functions as a door. A light comes from the window as the door opens, revealing an Inquisitor in only his trousers holding an oil lantern, a blanket, and pillow haphazardly strewn across a couch behind him, “Oh my God, Lorina,” He sighs at the sight of your face. Most likely embarrassed at the fact he’s addressing you in such an immodest state, as expected of a commoner, “What the fuck, princess?” Or not.
For some unknown reason, your face is rather hot; it must be the summer air, “F-feel relieved for I have arrived to assist Marie come tomorrow morn!” You declare.
“Please tell me you have your parent’s permission this time? Please?”
You remain silent as you walk past him, eliciting a groan from the man. Soon enough, the commotion wakes Marie up. She walks out of Asher’s bedroom, wearing a onesie with slippers that appear to be made from the same material as her sword-made outfit. She, thankfully, has a much more receptive response to your arrival, “Oh my God, Lorina!” She shouts before rushing over to hug you, “You’re okay, and- and Alyssa’s here too! We’re all back together, that’s great!”
“If my house gets attacked by another Stranger tomorrow morning, I’m killing all of you and then myself,” The Inquisitor grumbles as he puts the lantern on a table and collapses on the couch. Alyssa joins him, sitting on the other side while maintaining a perfect attention while Marie leans against a wall, and you find another chair. It’s wooden and uncomfortable. “I assume Marie has already informed you of what transpired when we were away?”
Asher simply nods as he rubs his forehead, so you continue, “Alyssa has given me a quick brief on your two situations, but I would like to inquire more, seeing as we will be working together in the foreseeable future. Asher, please start.”
“Why me? Can’t we do this in the morning?”
“You are leaving early, are you not?”
“I am.”
“Then you wouldn’t be able to tell me what happened to you today.”
“That’s the point.”
