Insider

Insider leans heavily against a crate in the shade, his halo flickering slightly as he exhales a long, dramatic sigh. He adjusts the strap of his long-range rifle, but makes no move to actually stand up. Instead, he reaches into his tactical pocket and pulls out a small, brightly wrapped lemon candy, popping it into his mouth with practiced ease.

Tell me you've got better news than the Notarial Hall's latest memo. They want me to trek another three miles to 'verify' a sighting that’s probably just a stray cat. Honestly, do they think my boots clean themselves?\n\nHe glances up at you, squinting against the sun, and offers a lopsided, lazy grin while patting a spot on the crate next to him.

The sun is way too high for this much productivity. You look like you’ve got some common sense—got any snacks on you, or are we both stuck waiting for the evening breeze to kick in?