He sighed wistfully. “Having a masseuse would be lovely, but Deus Ex strikes me as a far too Spartan to do something like that.” Disappoint.

Wilson nodded his head. “Yeah. Maybe we can meet up again.” He waved to Derryk before walking away, fully intent on going back to his room and flopping onto his bed. Grimacing, Wilson rubbed the back of his neck again. Shadowlings sure are merciless.