Hearing Zarek's words, the bored expression that had settled so deeply on Azaron's face vanished instantly. His gaze sharpened, and for a brief moment, his expression turned utterly apathetic, flat and devoid of emotion. Then, slowly, a smile crept onto his lips. However, before it could stretch into a full-blown grin, it disappeared just as quickly as it had appeared, as Azaron snapped out of whatever vivid imagination had begun to take shape in his mind.
"How is Asher?" Azaron asked immediately, his tone no longer bored. "Did Malrik save him?"
Azaron knew the Assassin Guild Leader well. If that man truly wanted someone dead, then death was almost guaranteed. Because of that, Asher's safety, and his current condition, were the only things that mattered in that moment.
"He is safe," Zarek replied calmly. "And no, Malrik didn't save him. He wasn't even present. The Tenth Sun won on his own against whatever the Assassin Guild Leader threw at him."
