“Listen up, cubs. You have three hours to resupply before we meet at the northern gate. If you’re not there, you get left behind.”
The warning was, for Spark, a fairly standard one: she liked efficiency, promptness, and – of course – people following her orders. Caolinn had already vanished into the crowd surrounding the Lion’s Arch asura gates, but Blaise hung on the charr’s every word, nodding enthusiastically. If I’d thought being shot in the shoulder by Spark would make the ranger hate her, I was sorely mistaken; instead, he seemed determined to prove himself worthy of her attention.
I merely shrugged and was about to set off, when a hand caught my shoulder. Blaise. “Can I walk with you awhile?”
I wanted to brush him off, but couldn’t think of an excuse. When I nodded, he followed me into the press of people. In truth, he was rather useful. Being twice my size and trailing a cat with teeth longer than my hand, he tended to clear a path through the crowds with an ease I just couldn’t achieve.
“What were you doing out in Ascalon?” I asked, as we reached a sunlit plaza with a fountain in its centre.