"Oh, that's good," Corrival said blandly. "That's where we've been sending them." Tanith's, at least, but Fletcher hadn't been on the payroll long enough to get any mail--yet. Corrival hadn't been quite sure what to write for the boy's address, so he'd wound up putting down a PO Box in the Sanctuary itself. Maybe he could change that now.
"A Sanctuary-approved bank may not be a bad idea," Bliss murmured.
Corrival frowned. "That depends on whether it leaves more of a rift between sorcerers and mortals. We'll talk about it later. Right now I have a lot of paperwork to do and some international ruffled feathers to soothe, and you all have your assignments, so shoo."
He flapped a hand at them. "Let's see if we can avoid any world-shattering dangers for the next twelve hours, please." And with a sigh he pulled a pile of papers closer and picked up his pen.
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"A Sanctuary-approved bank may not be a bad idea," Bliss murmured.
Corrival frowned. "That depends on whether it leaves more of a rift between sorcerers and mortals. We'll talk about it later. Right now I have a lot of paperwork to do and some international ruffled feathers to soothe, and you all have your assignments, so shoo."
He flapped a hand at them. "Let's see if we can avoid any world-shattering dangers for the next twelve hours, please." And with a sigh he pulled a pile of papers closer and picked up his pen.