"With us?"
The short-haired adventurer looked past Adventurer Black at his companions, waiting for someone to explain what she'd misunderstood. The women of Unbound appeared perfectly content to stand there while her brain made a very poor effort to catch up.
"If you'll have us," he replied.
"Yes!"
Her freckled friend answered so quickly that she turned to stare at her.
"I mean..." The woman brushed her hair behind an ear, smiling up at him. "We'd be delighted. Obviously. Wouldn't we?"
"Of course we would."
Beside them, their third companion drew her thick braid over her shoulder and studied the contract again. She ran a finger down to the grade printed beneath the heading, then glanced at the badges on Unbound's chests.
"But this is Grade Two."
"So I see."
"You're Grade Three now."
He waited, and the short-haired woman found herself coming to her friend's assistance.
