325 Contractor

Archers left its stealthy spot on the bank, pushing its covering of leaves and dirt off to stand alongside Red’s two guardian skeletons.

Asra watched patiently as Jay carried out his plans, not raising a questioning brow or even shaking her head. She didn’t look worried, and it seemed she trusted him. Since losing trust in so many people, Jay thought trust was quite valuable, so it was quite flattering that someone would dare to trust him, and he would not hurt that trust by treating it cheaply like so many others did with his.

Jay nodded at Archers as it stood by their side, and it nodded back.

(Archers, nod at Asra too.)

Asra was in pain, but Jay thought he saw the hint of a curled lip behind her aching frown when it nodded at her.

Is she growing fond of the skeletons? He briefly thought, having more pressing matters to deal with.

The swamp woman was still pinned down by his skeletons, and had been for a while now.