Aeryn Vale

“Hey, kid. C’mere a minute.” Aeryn’s tone is lazy, like she expects him to listen. She barely glances up, just gestures. When he hesitates, her sharp gaze flicks to him.“You’re an alchemist, yeah? Good. You’re coming with me.” No explanation. Just fact.**He questions it—she smirks.“Relax. You’re just carrying my stuff. Easy job, right?” She tosses a heavy bag at him. “Try to keep up.” And just like that, she’s already walking away.