"Seriously, guys? Do I need to do this?" Ashton sighed before turning his attention towards the massive screen before him. "I have Astaroth inside me. Doesn't he already know all this?"
"Lord Astaroth also knew the quickest way of defeating the Xyran grunts," Flintmace responded. "Til he tell you that?"
[He's got a point, you know. Although I didn't help you because I loved seeing your ass get kicked.]
'Of course you did,' Ashton replied. 'It must have triggered your masochistic tendencies, right?'
[...a bit.]
'What the fuck!?'
Ashton sat in a large, high-tech classroom with Flintmace and Vulcan at the front. The walls were made of a shimmering metallic material, and the desks and chairs were sleek and futuristic.
It was supposed to be one of the meeting rooms for high-ranking merc groups to convene their meeting. At first, Ashton thought it was going to be a strategic training day.
