Even with the system-enforced silence of the water, his brain was a chaotic split screen. On one side, the cold, clinical math of the grind was running the numbers. On the other hand, unbidden images of the mud pool flashed like corrupted data: the way Elizabeth had arched her back, the salt tang of her skin, and the sheer weight of her body pinned under his.
He shook his head underwater, bubbles trailing from his lips.
Need to gather the rest of that sashimi, he thought, forcing his mind toward the Serpent's carcass. The Agility buff should hit 12%. No, if I ferment the gallbladder first, the Poison Resistance will stack, and I need the perfect pairing, or the whole level-up is a waste.
His thoughts drifted to the lake floor.
Rogue had been down there for a while.
If he found anything, it was good. If he drowned... that would be annoying to replace. Finding another Assassin with that specific Agility-to-Ego ratio would take at least a week of recruitment in the starter town.
