The moment Dave 'saw' Corey's suspicious look, he raised his hands with a chuckle.
"Don't look at me like that. It's not what you think."
Corey's brows rose, "What am I thinking?"
Dave's lips twitched, and with a tired sigh, he chugged down multiple mouthfuls of the alcohol in his hand.
"To tell you the truth… you're the only Tier 2 I've encountered whom I've not been able to divine a single thing about. The times I tried divining whether you'd be a danger to the group, I suffered a backlash, and I needed fifteen fucking bottles of top quality, bloody fucking expensive, alcohol to negate the effects of the backlash."
"I also needed to pay a stupidly high price just to request the services of one of the healers of the Destroyers of Darkness."
