Operation Saving Asses (5)

**It's Wednesday, so that means only one Chapter Today, 1500 words, yall know how it goes.**

"Dude, you're a fucking Blacksmith; if you dare tell me you invested all your points into INT and DEX, I will call you the biggest idiot mankind has ever birthed." With widened eyes filled with disdain, Cynrik harassed Jessup, who only snorted and looked down the portal to see if Geralt and Brance were ready. 

"You're lucky that you can predict shit like people's stats, brat; otherwise, you would be shit out of luck. Just be sure they stay unconscious when pulling those kids up and out of your Shadow Realm." Jessup stated while shaking out the slack before grabbing the tendril like a rope and wrapping it around his right wrist several times, causing the inky black tendril to become taught.