Five? Erskine couldn't quite help staring at Wreath for a second before he moved to do as Corrival asked, trying to figure out if he was actually surprised, or just incredulous. No, he decided; definitely surprised. Surprised, and a tad concerned. If they were going to be meeting at five every morning, Erskine was going to resign right here and now.
"I could help." He sat down in the remaining chair with the aforementioned bottle and three glasses from the liquor cabinet. "Meeting every single employee in the Sanctuary at least once? That sounds like a two-person job."
He didn't mention he would have loved to see Solomon actually banging into walls and doors, or that it was the main reason he volunteered. Solomon may not have been a Necromancer anymore - and hell, Erskine might even end up liking the guy - but he was going to get his full quota of enjoyment out of this before that happened.
"Otherwise," Erskine continued, pouring a drink for each of them as he spoke, "I think the first order of business should be titles. Corrival already has one. We need to make the blind prophet official. And I still have no idea what I should go by."
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"I could help." He sat down in the remaining chair with the aforementioned bottle and three glasses from the liquor cabinet. "Meeting every single employee in the Sanctuary at least once? That sounds like a two-person job."
He didn't mention he would have loved to see Solomon actually banging into walls and doors, or that it was the main reason he volunteered. Solomon may not have been a Necromancer anymore - and hell, Erskine might even end up liking the guy - but he was going to get his full quota of enjoyment out of this before that happened.
"Otherwise," Erskine continued, pouring a drink for each of them as he spoke, "I think the first order of business should be titles. Corrival already has one. We need to make the blind prophet official. And I still have no idea what I should go by."