"I heard you had a lover's spat," Red said as he sauntered over to where Syryn was checking on his healthy plants. Alka's care was apparent in how they thrived so bountifully. The plant mage also had several rare plants that Syryn recognised. Rare and very expensive. If Alka sold them, it would only be at an auction.
"Who told you?" Syryn inquired.
"Nobody. I was listening through the door."
Syryn remembered that he had to get back to the alchemy room to help Salem. The half-elf was handling their entire business by himself and still letting Syryn have half the profits. He had insisted it was alright, and that he would expect Syryn to fill in for him if there was sufficient cause for Salem's absence.
Syryn decided he could spare some time to chat with Red since the boy had come seeking him out.
"Your anti mage was correct to be upset about what you did with Riha."
