Dominic Crawford pushed himself to his feet and slowly walked over to Jayce. He spat fiercely at Hugo Cheney's departing figure.
"What a piece of work! He only gets by because he has a good dad! If not for that, who knows where he'd be now, half-dead! Every single day, he's got no skills of his own, yet he's always looking down on everyone! What a piece of work!"
Jayce patted Dominic Crawford's shoulder. "Pay him no mind. Wasting another word on him would be giving him too much credit. The sandstorm has died down quite a bit, and the Aberrant Beasts have stopped attacking. Everyone, let's extract the Crystal Cores. As for the leftover carcasses, deal with them however you see fit!"
The battle was over, but that didn't mean everything was finished.
In fact, there was still a lot left to do.
There was more to do, and it was all much more tedious.
These tasks were uninteresting and trivial to Jayce and Sierra Sullivan, but they were exactly what Dominic Crawford excelled at.
