Garek practically dragged me away from the manager's desk, marching us straight out of the mine and down the dirt path toward the massive, reinforced wooden building sitting on the eastern edge of the basin.
Before we reached the reinforced front gate of the quarters, Garek stopped and turned around.
"Don't forget, kid," Garek rumbled, pointing a finger at my chest. "You keep your mouth shut about the dragon. You keep your mouth shut about your freakish mana recovery. And you absolutely keep your mouth shut about the fact that you put me in a clinic bed."
"Deal," I nodded easily, genuinely happy with the terms.
Flying under the radar and playing the clueless rookie sounded more fun anyway.
Garek pushed the wooden door open, stepping into the main hall of the living quarters and I followed him inside, immediately scanning the room.
The massive hall was entirely empty except for three people sitting around a wooden table in the center.
