Chapter 17: Storm
Theron pressed his hand against a familiar dirty mirror. With a flash, he appeared within a room of stone. It looked no different from the way he had left it. However, he hadn't come here for this.
He left his room, walking down the long corridors to the common area.
"I would like to take a look at any newly available missions, please," Theron spoke in his gentle voice to the man behind the counter.
The old man gave Theron an additional look, surprised to see him back so soon. Now that he thought about it, Theron wasn't particularly injured after returning, which didn't make much sense.
Of course, he didn't know that Theron spent much of his newly acquired funds on healing himself. If he came back with the wound Merchant Greycoat had left on his back, he would never hear the end of it from Teacher Fern, not to mention potentially exposing himself.
The old man nodded and pulled out a jade, sliding it forward.
He had seen youths like Theron before—workaholics that insisted on grinding themselves to an early grave. It wasn't his place to say much.
This time, though, he had misunderstood Theron. Originally, the young Water Mancer hadn't had any intention of returning for at least two months, but the oddities surrounding the Sect had caught his attention.
If he was correct, there might already be new missions related to this matter.