The moment Dave 'saw' Corey's suspicious look, he raised his hands with a chuckle.
"Don't look at me like that. It's not what you think."
Corey's brows rose, "What am I thinking?"
Dave's lips twitched, and with a tired sigh, he chugged down multiple mouthfuls of the alcohol in his hand.
"To tell you the truth… you're the only Tier 2 I've encountered whom I've not been able to divine a single thing about. The times I tried divining whether you'd be a danger to the group, I suffered a backlash, and I needed fifteen fucking bottles of top quality, bloody fucking expensive, alcohol to negate the effects of the backlash."
"I also needed to pay a stupidly high price just to request the services of one of the healers of the Destroyers of Darkness."
Dave cursed once again with a frustrated and pained expression as he recalled the past. He chugged down another mouthful of the alcohol, and then he pointed at Corey with the hand holding the bottle of alcohol.
