Minya’s smile shifted to an annoyed frown. “The academy clerk that you’ve been giving your ‘required items’ to? You never got a receipt or a token of some sort to prove that you were making your quotas. If you go up there without fifty percent more than two weeks’ worth of items, you will be dropped from the academy as soon as you appear.” Dale’s jaw slackened, and he sighed deeply. “You know, I’m not a big fan of murder…” “This is your own fault, Dale. You keep thinking that everyone else is going to be operating in good faith.”
