She shrugged, offering Anya a half-smile. "I can give advice on how to win a fight, how to navigate guild politics, hell, even how to survive a dungeon ambush—but this?" She pointed vaguely toward Anya.
"This is out of my league."
Anya snapped her head up, glaring at Aria. "You could have said that sooner!" she yelled, her frustration boiling over.
Aria held up her hands, laughing. "Hey, you're the one who came to me for advice! I just thought I'd enjoy the moment first."
Anya groaned, slumping forward onto the bar. "I swear, I'm going to regret this conversation for the rest of my life."
Aria smirked, taking another sip of her drink. "Oh, no doubt. But at least it's entertaining—for me, anyway."
Dorian was stacking some cups behind the counter when he casually spoke up. "Well, if you're looking for advice, I could tell you a thing or two."
