Unknown number. But local. Short message.
Interested in private contract work? Discreet. Big reward. Ask for "Sedge."
He muted that one too.
Another ping.
This one had a name attached.
Jaleen (Weapons Clerk)
So NOW you're famous? You owe me a mana crystal and a coffee for every time I vouched for your dumb "support class."
Don't ignore this. I know where you live. Probably. Sort of.
'No you don't.'
Lucen stared at the phone.
Then exhaled hard and dropped it on the couch.
The buzz of one more message came in two seconds later.
He didn't look.
'Not like I can answer any of them honestly.'
No one knew. Not one of them.
Just guesses. Hunches. Glimpses of a profile half-lit by spelllight and smoke.
Lucen stood up and walked to the window.
Still dark out.
Still quiet enough that the drift break scars hadn't even been cleaned yet.
He dragged the curtain halfway closed.
Then glanced back at the phone.
Still buzzing.
He turned the ringer off.
