Chapter 55: Inspirations (1)
Blake logged in.
He arrived much later than usual, which Beatrix seemed to notice. She emerged from his shadow and fixed him with an intent gaze. Although she couldn't speak yet, her eyes spoke volumes.
Blake smiled at her. "I made a friend. He's a bit rough around the edges, but definitely someone we can work with."
Beatrix nodded, relieved her master had befriended someone entirely different from Silver Dash. If he ever ran into a player like that again, she would employ the same distant, dismissive approach Sol had shown before.
