Andors was plowing the field. Sure, it was not a task that could be compared to an S ranked quest, but it was work that needed to be done.
They were a bit late with the preparations of the land, but with a bit of Borik's mana placed into the soil, the wheat was still going to grow just fine.
The former berserker wondered what Jean was doing now. Andors had tried to get in touch with him a couple of times, but Jean had always been off on a quest. And Andors did not have the bravery in himself to leave him a letter.
The former member of the Firebolts had heard that Jean was in the party of the new guild master. Not only that, but the redhead was one of the guild master's lovers.
Which was good for him, Andors had decided when he had heard. Jean deserved to be loved. Both Andors and Borik had kept him at an arm's length. Trying not to get too attached to the one who was meant to rise higher than them.
