The young boy named Logan Green sat in his chair, having expectantly awaited Erin to return.
"So you've followed your word, good," Logan commented.
"You said you would help me if I helped you right?" Erin crossed her arms, "How about you change Layla's watch number first."
Logan got off of his chair, and walked up to Erin, "Why should I do that? I've aided you a few times already. I want to know a few things about you first before I do."
Even though Logan stated this matter-of-factually, Erin didn't take too kindly to this.
'I want to push back against this, but Logan is a level 8. I don't have a lot of room to argue otherwise, and he has resources I can't get otherwise,' Erin thought to herself.
Looking down to Logan, he held his hand out, waiting for Erin to touch it.
"Your hand?" He asked.
Erin reluctantly placed her hand on his, and immediately, she saw a flurry of system messages cover her screen.
[Warning]
[Ability detected]
