Asher sighed at the sight before him. Although he had been in Crymora for over a year, he still could not grow accustomed to the way people reacted whenever he mentioned the name Wargrave. No matter how many times he witnessed it, the sudden panic, the trembling, and the frantic bowing always left an odd weight in the air, as if the very sound of the name carried an invisible pressure that forced lesser hearts to shrink.
"Don't think too much about it. Let's just begin the mission," he said, his tone flat and his expression utterly apathetic, devoid of anything that could be interpreted as concern or interest.
Norman forced a smile and nodded stiffly. Asher's eyes shifted toward Clara; even without trying, he could tell she was panicking. Her fingers trembled slightly where they gripped her sleeve, and her gaze kept drifting downward, avoiding his eyes entirely. He said nothing, offering neither comfort nor reprimand.
