Asmodeus shook his head while looking at the drunken Logan lying across the wooden table, filled with dozens of empty mugs and bottles. Lun Bronzeblade must've left quite some time ago, as the guild's atmosphere became solemn and quiet.
"This old man, is he entering his second spring?" With a huff, he lifted the old timer over his shoulder, carrying him like a sack of flour.
'Well, this is fine too.'
He actually enjoyed seeing his friends and companions happy, with Logan gaining a reason to wake up other than Thorim. Asmodeus felt he wouldn't need to part ways with this old man anymore. 'His lack of drive was a little tiresome.'
Although Asmodeus didn't mind helping his comrades, after all, he couldn't forget the main reason he came to the mainland. If Logan's will to help him vanished, then their future as a party would become pointless.
