Chapter 76: A Minute To Aste

Just like last time, we stood at least an hour away from Aste's tall walls, patrolled battlements and sturdy gates.

Except this time, I'm torn about where to go and Anselm is the cause of this dilemma,

We are, more precisely, standing at the edge of the road leading into the fancy lodge of…the Matron and the boys? I never got who exactly they all worked for or why they were here, not that it matters.

But Anselm wants to check in with the boys, Nelvar and Mevir, specifically Mevir, the prepubescent kid who handed him the heavy as heck book with all the history about Saia and other dead and fallen nations.

I can understand the basis of why he'd want to do this, but I can't really put togther if this will be a waste of time or not. 

Still, here I stand completely outnumbered by what is meant to be my crew, their hands raised up in votes to go in and say hello.

"Anselm's a ghost, his vote doesn't count."