We arrived back at the Ashborne mansion just as the sun dipped below the horizon. The moment the heavy front doors clicked shut behind us, the exhaustion finally hit me. My muscles ached from the continuous brawling and the sheer weight of the ore we had hauled out of the catacombs.
"Take the sacks down to the basement," I told Alicia, slipping off my tactical coat. "Give it all to Merle. He will figure out what to do with the materials."
"Understood, Master," Alicia said, hoisting the heavy canvas sacks over her shoulder without complaint. She looked just as tired as I felt, her face smeared with soot and dried monster blood.
I left her to it and headed straight for the washroom.
