07-10-2014, 03:24 AM
Astien just laughed. "The breeze either feels nice or it's incredibly annoying. There's almost no in between." He gave the shirt another tug, and sat at the table with some papers, a book, and a quill and inkwell. A candle sat on the kitchenette counter. Sifting through the papers and flipping through the book, Astien began writing various things. Without looking up, he addressed Cormac. "Tomorrow, we start your first real day of work as my assistant. I recommend getting a good night's sleep."
I'm just here for a laugh