The incidents with the elves, along with the endless paperwork, had finally been dealt with.
And with it, a certain human aide found himself standing in front of a mirror, holding a list he had absolutely made up on the spot.
Self? Check.
Money? Check.
Destination? Check.
Horoscope? Check.
Possible threats to personal safety or a territory-wide terrorism? Debatable, but check.
Approval? Working on it.
Okay, maybe not working on it. But at least thinking about working on it.
Riley sighed and stared at his reflection, expression torn between determination and defeat. "Why is this harder than asking for a raise?" he muttered. "For someone who just weakened the elven faction, how hard would it be to ask permission to go on a vacation?"
He could already hear it in his head.
"It's dangerous," Kael would say. "The sigil has faded."
Riley groaned. "Yeah, yeah, I know."
