The Second Gate of Hell
Veymar sat slumped over his desk, forehead pressed to wood, boredom carved into the set of his shoulders.
"You're in a bad state, my lord," Blight said from behind him, voice even but worried.
Veymar didn't lift his head. "Of course I am. Aria and the rest get to go on that important mission—and I don't."
Blight frowned. "But my lord, I thought you told Lord Azreal you'd grow bored easily. I thought that's why you didn't push him to invite you into the group."
Veymar barked out a short laugh without mirth. "Yes, I told him that—but it wasn't the truth. I just didn't want Lord Azreal to know how desperate I was to go. Just thinking about the strong enemies they'll face… "
Blight attempted reassurance. "If you're worried about the Six, don't be. Lord Azreal can handle everything."
