"Nick," Wyntor said with an annoyed expression as he entered Nick's office, "I need you."
When Nick saw Wyntor's expression, he furrowed his brows. "What's up?"
"The two of them still complain and refuse to back down," Wyntor said.
Nick's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Still?!" he shouted.
Wyntor nodded. "I'm not sure if I'm overthinking or not, but this seems suspicious."
"Imagine one of your closest colleagues or friends died at work. It would probably take a couple of days or hours to come to terms with it. I don't think you would immediately start complaining about not wanting to work and wanting to see a new Specter."
"If I were in their shoes, I would shut up and work with the Blood Horse for at least a couple of days. If I still had issues by then, I would slowly find a way to deal with it."