"New Priority S squire," he repeated.
He looked over at the girl who stole his pouch just a week ago. This girl? She was the new squire?
Lia was her name. She shot him a mean glare, followed by a smug smile. His eyes widened again in realization.
'Could she have tracked me somehow?'
Before he could continue, Muller waved his hand slightly.
"Sit down. You're rocking the boat far too much."
"Apologies, sir."
Melchior took a seat on the opposite side of the boat, facing the old man. A small hum of satisfaction came after, followed by the old man's grating voice once more.
"Good, now as I was saying, Lia is the new Priority S we have here at Nodor." he paused, wiping a bit of sweat off of his forehead, "Another one of you. That might be a bit too much for my old soul to handle,"
1/3 chapters today!