"Ethers above, Anya, all these years, and you still can't take a joke," Gelvin chuckled.
Anya blinked. "A joke?"
"Well, I do need a favor, but I won't be hauling you back to the capital if you say no. We are friends, after all."
"So what is this favor, then?" Anya said, crossing her arms. After all she had gone through these last two days, she did not appreciate this type of humor.
Sensing her irritation, Gelvin held his hands up. "I only need an escort back to Wind's Grove."
"And what of your employer? He no doubt considers you quite an asset to his trade."
"He can't keep me here if I wish to leave," Gelvin stated with a shrug. "I'm witch stock."
Anya had to admit this was a good answer. While society had long ago gotten used to the magic-blooded, people were still a bit wary of their powers. "Very well. You may come along if you can pack quickly."
"Thank you," Gelvin said. "You always were the good sort." With that, he ran off to gather his things.