"Do you want to be a staff member, then?"
"Pardon?" Micc flinched, confused. Why would the Innkeeper need someone like him?
But then he remembered Durgan, who seemed to be doing quite well. "But I…" he looked at his leg. He could feel it, and he could move it, but controlling it well was another matter altogether.
No matter what, it felt like he'd be a liability to anyone who helped him out.
"Well, I'm hiring you to be a stand—I mean, sit-in mage, earth shaper, and you can also be my cook assistant!"
"Excuse me?"
"You can just chill behind the barrier and shoot your earth spikes from here. When you're not fighting, you can help me and Ranran make food. You're a foodie, and you seem to know your food."
"Well, I can only cook simple food…"
