"Who's our new addition?" Arthur asked.
"She's the one the old man came to dump on us," Wyndella replied, snapping her fingers to conjure a round table with seven chairs arranged around it.
Her response earned a retort from Aleksas, who turned toward her with narrowed eyes.
"I brought her for you to train her."
"Same difference," Wyndella answered with a yawn, and hearing that, Arthur agreed with a nod.
"True. Same difference."
At that, Wyndella smiled and gestured toward Arthur as she spoke to Aleksas.
"See?"
Aleksas didn't bother replying, his gaze shifting instead to the table Wyndella had conjured, where Berlal was already seated, speed-reading through an entire book while ignoring everyone around her.
Noticing this, Arthur glanced at Barda and asked.
"What's with her?"
"She's still pissed, so she isn't speaking to anyone," Barda replied with a resigned sigh.
