"Because we need someone to be the front of our business on the outside…" I grinned when I glanced from Dess to Amell. "How would you like to be on the ground floor of a most interesting venture?"
Amell seemed like the kind of human who could smell money, and he must have smelled a lot of it on me, because he was grinning conspiratorially when he replied, "Go on… I'm listening."
As the room's lone light bulb lit up, I was treated to a familiar scene that got me smiling like a kid on Christmas Day. Not that I knew what that meant apart from the holiday stuff I used to watch on Realmsflix. Christmases were reserved for my annual tests where Divah would have me fight against low-ranking adventurers to see how I'd improved over the year. New Year was my one day off with fireworks included, and I think I'd already mentioned that birthdays were for receiving new weapons.
