Marachius re-read the letter, he’d received from Reggy, as he walked through the halls of the Cathedral. Shaking his head, he quickened his pace until he finally found one of his trainers.
“Sir,” Marachius said, standing at attention in front of the trainer.
“Ainsley. Aren’t you supposed to be out at the training yard?”
“Sir, they sent Regynn to Northrend.”
“That’s your friend, right?” the trainer asked.
“Yes, sir. She’s never been there. And they sent her by herself.”
“And?” the trainer asked with a shrug, obviously unmoved by this information.
“She shouldn’t be there by herself. They should’ve sent someone else with her to help out.”
“What do you want me to do, Ainsley? Send you?”