Several dozen wooden crates were stashed in a corner, surrounded by two bright, golden-armored Aztera soldiers and two priests of light.
This really is my lucky day... Rael whistled inwardly as he approached the group of people.
"Hey, it's time to switch," Rael said with a wave.
"Roger?" one of the soldiers tilted their head. "You do know we switched out with you, right? Five minutes ago...?"
"Yeah, but I'm not really in the mood to buy drinks this time," Rael replied with a chuckle, and nodded toward the white-robed priests. "May the blessings of Light reach us all."
The priests' eyes widened. "Are you a believer?"
"Yep, and I had a pretty interesting prophecy earlier."
No I didn't.
"Guess you can sub in with me," a soldier said as he began walking away, a small smirk on his face. "Just remember, when you do buy drinks, buy me double."
Rael nodded. "Will do, boss. See ya in a bit."
