“First Klein, now you, Dynamm.” Issin nibbled on a rib, whiskers flicking. “New sets of armor are going to take a bite out of the guild budget.”
“Ouch,” Harry One agreed. He didn’t just look like a pirate; he had a mercenary way with numbers that had surprised even Agil into giving them a bargain, once or twice.
“We got a good bonus from the nest raid,” Kunimittz shrugged. “And we’re going up levels anyway. We’d have to trade it in sooner or later.”
“Point,” Dale agreed, rubbing a sasumata made of thought between his fingers. “If we have to get higher-level armor made anyway, getting it made light for a flyer won’t cost that much more.”
Dynamm’s going to get to fly. Klein couldn’t hide a grin. This is going to be awesome.
Though there was one tiny detail they still needed to get straightened out. “Tae? Said it before, but I’m going to say it again. Good job following those wasps.”
Pearly scales glowed against her blush. “I – I had to. Someone had to.”
“Just one thing wrong with your plan,” Klein said seriously. “You didn’t have any backup. Not in the air. Kirito’s fast, but he can’t fly.”
Tae winced. “You’re right,” she said in a small voice. “That was stupid.”
“Not stupid,” Klein said firmly. “Just, not good. You could fly. We couldn’t. Somebody had to chase them.” He shrugged. “So, looks to me like Dynamm could end up in the same mess, if the monsters keep getting worse. We can all try to get rings of air-walking, but those aren’t cheap, and I don’t know if any player wizards can make them yet. That means the only ones out there are drops, and you never know when those might run out of charge. So….” He looked around his guild, one brow raised in a silent question.
Five nods. And if Dynamm’s was a little fever-fuzzy around the edges, his smile was bright enough to light the whole loft.
“Tae Mistfeather.” Klein held out his hand. “We’d like to invite you to join Fuurinkazan.”
She blanched, cheeks almost as pale as her hair.
“I want to.” Tae chafed her hands over each other, pearly claws ticking against each other like a distant keyboard. “But there are things you don’t know about me.” One tear trickled down her cheek, followed fast by another. “Things you wouldn’t ever believe.”