58 Chapter 54: Journey To Aste; Safe Lodgings

Today luck just seems to be on my side. I can barely keep myself from laughing hysterically at how everything is starting to turn out. Best of all, this required little to no effort on my part, for once, this is all Anselm.

The personification of the answer to my problems stands erect at the door, his black hair seemed to suck up all the light and distract from his blue eyes, eyes that quickly dimmed down in excitement upon recognizing me.

However, these are not the most interesting things to mention about the moody prepubescent boy standing in the doorway.

In his free hand he carried the most particular items; a spiked mace and a military uniform. I can only imagine this has more or less something to do with the common interest Anselm and Mevir seem to have discovered in the short period between my latest near death experience.

Regardless, I smile. "Hello. Mevir was it? I am Asher."