Alan stormed in the tent, his very presence dropping the temperature by a few degrees. Filled with sweat, he let out another curse before turning his head to look at Alexander, who simply shrugged.
"Why are you still here?"
He asked, confused. Alexander answered.
"They wouldn't let me go if you weren't around."
Alan stopped for a while, sighing. He facepalmed, and ordered.
"Go and deal with that flesh fuck, I'm tired of this heat."
Alexander smirked, before promptly leaving the tent. Alan bade him farewell before taking a nearby seat. He cast a frost spell to reduce the temperature of the area enough for it to be comfortable for everyone and asked.
"How is everything going?"
Ryan, albeit shocked at the sudden entrance, answered.
