"Master Lancet?"
Lancet blinked, pulling himself out of his heavy thoughts. Astensia was standing in front of him, her eyes searching his face with some concern.
He raised his brows. "Uh. Uhm. Great job, you guys."
Astensia's brows furrowed as she noticed how he looked away from her.
"Let's move on," Lancet continued, his voice completely devoid of its earlier excited pitch. He turned his back on the dispersing ashes. "There is a canyon just up ahead. That's where the High Orcs will probably be nesting."
Renan wiped a smudge of dust from his cheek and looked at Lancet. "How do you know so much about this dungeon? You're a freshman just like me."
Lancet didn't even stop walking. "I just do. Let's go."
Astensia stood in the red dust for a moment, her greatsword resting easily by her side. She watched her Master's retreating back, noting the heavy slump of his shoulders and the cold distance in his voice that seemed to have come out of nowhere.
