"I heard your fight with Bald was brutal," Snow remarked casually, standing behind Raiden. He faced a small mirror mounted on the wall, delicately adjusting the bandage around his left arm, layering it piece by piece.
"What about it?"
Snow's sneer faded into a sigh. "Time to decide. Do you want to be sold, or will you join us?"
Raiden paused, rolled his neck, and turned to Snow. It had been two days since his battle with Bald. His wounds still ached, but he'd kept training with Anya, who gave him pointers on mana-boosted speed from the sidelines—too lazy to actually show him how it was done.
He still hadn't found time to see Noelle and plan their next move. He slapped his forehead in disappointment.
"How was your mission?" he asked, adjusting his reflection in the mirror. "Two days away… must have been rough."
Snow moved backward and settled onto Raiden's bed. "Nothing major. I took a small group to deal with some bandits who were pushing into our territory."
