"So, what do you think?" Asked Ayemon.
Gazeff grumbled, "what do I think? You make it sound like I have a say in all this! If he wants to risk his life then so be it, I got paid so what do I care?"
Ayemon rolled his eyes, "if I didn't know you, I would think of you as a cruel man." He moved his back as the maids started to massage that part.
"Cruel? I just don't care. I taught him to the best of my abilities if he wants to throw his life away then so be it. He wouldn't be the first… nor the last."
"Does he really have to be an adventurer? Why not let him join some the fancy orders to grow fat and sire many brats? I'm sure with your recommendation things can go smoothly."
Ayemon shook his head, "are you implying that I forced him on this path?"
"Force?" Gazeff repeated sarcastically, "probably not. It was probably something a long the lines of nudging him where you wanted him to go."
"You're wrong."
