Asher's fingers hovered over the keyboard as he read through the conversation in front of him.
Since it is known that he Outcasts Guild had always been regarded as a dumping ground for misfits, those who didn't fit the Academy's or any major guild's high standards.
Yet, here was proof that someone higher up saw potential in them. Worse, they were actively shifting responsibility onto the Outcasts.
He exhaled, and pushedback his damp hair. "So, they want us to take over Saint Liora's missions," he muttered.
"Which means dealing with a lot of holy fanatics who hate necromancers."
Sinnett leaned back in his chair. He balanced on the back legs as he played with his locs.
"Pretty much. We'll be handling retrievals, high-rank dungeon raids and breaks, and high-risk extermination missions that none of the so-called elite guilds want to touch.
