"Lanre!!!" Rhun shouted, his voice echoing through the top of the wall.
He was unnecessarily loud.
He and Azel were sitting in the same chairs they had occupied the day before, and Azel had to admit… it did smell a lot like alcohol.
A young soldier came running in… he was different from yesterday but he had a tray in hand and his posture was nervous.
"Captain!"
"Monster milk?" Rhun asked with a grin as he took a cup and slid another toward Azel. "It's fresh from the monster like yesterday."
Azel blinked, accepting the drink.
"Thanks," he said slowly, though his eyes narrowed as he examined the milky liquid once again.
He didn't even want to imagine what kind of monster they got it from.
Still, he took a sip.
It was strong… thick, creamy, and oddly sweet, just like last time.
Rhun gulped his own cup down in one go and set it aside.
Azel leaned back slightly.
"So, Captain," he began, "is there any reason you haven't given me the files showing where the gangs are?"
