Salivar stretched and yawned. After leaning side to side for a moment, he stepped out from his private room and walked right out of the brothel. Seamlessly, two shadows fell in line behind him.
"Time is running out, young master," one of them said softly. It sounded like the voice of a woman, but knowing Salivar, maybe that wasn't too much of a surprise.
Salivar yawned again. "I just reached the E-tier and those old bastards are already hounding me again. When will I get to rest?"
"When you're an S-tier," another woman's voice spoke, but this one was much less youthful and lively. In fact, she seemed to be even older than Fanelei's original voice had made her seem.
Yet, when this woman spoke, Salivar's smile became especially lewd.
"Grenalde, it's been so long since you've spoken to me, and you're doing it for those old fogies? You can't be fucking one of them behind my back, could you?"
