SSS Rank: Spellcraft Sovereign

Gen didn’t smile. He reached into his coat, pulled out a small, black keycard, and tossed it lightly onto Lucen’s mattress.

It landed near his elbow.

Lucen looked at it.

Then at Gen.

Gen said, "One-bedroom, edge of Sector Six. No rent. Clean walls. Actual walls. Windows that open and don’t leak."

Lucen didn’t move. "What’s the catch?"

"No catch," Gen said. "Guild-funded temp housing. I requisitioned a unit."

Lucen stared at him for a long second. "Why?"

Gen shrugged. "You’re useful. Alive is better than collapsed in here under a pile of scroll drafts and guilt."

"That’s a big assumption."

"You’re gonna say no?"