>>5699188>>5699199Leaving the kobold here was not an option, even if he felt safe here.
This was one of the most dangerous places in the capital.
But forcing him out might make him want to return next time he feels threatened.
So a diplomatic approach must be done.
But the trembling figure of the lizard created a doubt in you.
Did he want to be here?
Your found family had followed you to this place
but you doubted that they would have understood at that moment what you were doing.
How long have you been here? Your head stung when you tried to remember.
It was a long time, did Tog have somewhere to return to?
You hadn't thought of that, so it would be only fair to first offer him a way out of this place.
Take him to the edge of the desert and let him return to the civilization he knew.
Tog, between nervous twitching, expressed indignation.
"No! I'm not leaving you guys here. Shit. We just need to think."
The kobold tapped his foot incessantly, murmuring plans to escape or experiments where he could end up.
"I don't think they were planning on using you for anything since you were with me, but now I have complete authority over the chimeras."
Tog looked up at you, raising his head like a puppy, the appearance more the fault of his height than his intentions.
"You are boss the chimeras now? Are you sure? I don't trust the talking ones." Tog said looking at the edge of the crater, vigilant.
Tog was getting lost in thought again and you wanted to get away from this place as soon as possible.
"I'm not sure if this place is safe, Tog. That thing is locked in there after all, and even if the cage is perfect, it's cunning.
And has a habit of manipulating people."
"Yes, the demooo- That thing is known to create specters that possesses the living." Rakta supported your assessment.
Tog looked confused.
"Are you guys sure? Its just a rock with drawings and schematics."
"Schematics?" You asked, somewhat confused as to what the hell Gaia's plan was this time.
"Yes, I'll explain. There's a tube with a cap and you squeeze it, and inside there's a liquid that explodes and -"
"An internal combustion piston." You said without thinking.
Tog seemed proud of you? he was hard to read at times.
"Yes! There were also some hexagons like this."
He moved his hands in circular ways, you didn't understand.
It was like a very bad Macarena dance.
"Where do you say this is?"
"There" He said happily pointing at the hole he had been hiding at.
It was too dark, felt too deep.
Bas-reliefs from mythology surrounded it as if they had been spat out to create something new within.
a stream of cool air came from the crack, bearing the smell of wine.
"Am I the only one hearing... stone cracking?" Rakta asked, the answer was no.
You heard it.
What will you do?
>Go inside>Send someone else (Who?)>Let's get out of here. 