1335. Doing Well

"How have you been? Have you recovered after using your skills to protect the city?" Walker wasn't sure how Ibis would be holding up. He knew that the older someone became the harder it was to properly replenish their mana. Ibis had retired for a reason after all. 

"I'm fit as a fiddle. I could have held out for another month if those demon brats tried anything. What about you? I've heard some good things about you and your family." Inis gave a knowing look to Walker and Gil. 

"You know us, always getting in to trouble. It's mostly Walker's fault for being a magnet for trouble in general. He'll say something small that seems fun and the next thing we know we have ancient ruins filled with giant earth ants. Completely crazy." Walker' managed to barely punch Gil in the arm. He had been too fast for Gil to dodge.