Brog suddenly stood up straighter. His eyes glazed over for a second, then snapped back into focus.
"My intuition is speaking to me!" Brog declared. "Brother Judas! Are you going to the Academy today?"
"I was planning to," Judas nodded.
"Then I shall accompany you!" Brog announced. "The streets are dangerous. You need an escort. I will protect you from any other... predators."
He glared suspiciously at a passing waiter.
Judas smiled. It was a cold, calculating smile that didn't reach his eyes.
"Thank you, Brog. You are a true friend."
[System Notification]
[You have successfully modified a Lower System Quest.]
[Warning: Overuse of Administrator Privileges may attract the attention of the Apocalypse.]
[Current Detection Risk: 0.001%]
Judas dismissed the warning. 0.001% was a risk he was willing to take for a free tank.
"Let's go," Judas said. "My wives are waiting upstairs. We need to get to the Academy before noon."
