The Empire of Reimia (3)

Parfinora found herself at Moriner's door again, although her intentions differed from what the young man might expect:
-Hello. I feel awkward asking for your help, even though you offered it... Anyway, we need money again to buy information about our opponents – we need to compensate for the share of those who refused to pay. And also, I have a personal request. Before these Competitive events, I prepared very intensely and, frankly, I'm almost completely exhausted. Therefore, I'm not sure I'll be able to attend the tactics lecture at the end of the month. Could I ask you to go instead of me, and then maybe help me catch up on what I missed?

For the past week, Moriner had barely left his room and had completely lost track of time. Parfinora's appearance reminded him that he was still a student at the academy and that he needed to attend a magic lecture this week.
He almost flung the door open in his current state, but quickly regained his composure: he somehow managed to put on some decent clothes, buttoned his pants and shirt, wiped the sleep from his eyes, and smoothed his messy hair, and kicked a pile of various junk into the far corner of the room.
-Hello, - he mumbled in a hoarse voice, immediately coughing awkwardly. -Yes, I heard about your victory. Congratulations! Of course, I'll help. - He reached for his crumpled wallet, carelessly counted the bills, and handed them to Parfinora. -Here, this should be enough. And regarding the lecture, of course, I'll add it to my schedule. I'll try not to miss anything. - Moriner tried to put on a friendly smile. -And... good luck in the Competitive events!