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Yea, you trust this guy with Rezzie about as much as you trust yourself with a bag of <span class="mu-b">STEAK CHIPS</span>... that soggy texture… that smoky, saucy aftertaste… Mmm-<span class="mu-i">MMM!</span>
… What were you thinking about? Oh right, saving the steak chick–err, the Devil! Planting your feet firmly on the floor, you turn to face Trier with the sternest expression you can muster, which is a lot harder when its target keeps zipping around the chamber! HEY!
The mage regards you with the same blank stare. “<span class="mu-i">... iT LinGErrRs….</span>”
Damn right you do, you reply in a tone DRIPPING with Rezzie-tude! You’re not leaving without your friend!
It’s subtle, at least by Rezalith’s standards, but as the words leave your lips, you spot the devil <span class="mu-i">recoiling</span> in genuine shock!
… wow, you didn’t know her face could get that red either!
“<span class="mu-i">DEnIED.</span>” Crackles Trier, the mage pausing mid-flight to loom over you once again, “<span class="mu-i">HErE COnTAInED. herE UtILIzED. HErE. HERE.</span>”
Utilized for <span class="mu-i">what</span>? He clearly knows all there is to know about demons and has plenty of power to go around, you retort, and he said it himself: they’re nothing but trouble! So why even waste his time?
A dull hiss trickles out from the sorcerer’s throat. “<span class="mu-i">HerE SEcURED… MORe PRePAReD THAn IgNOrANT EMPerOR WAs-</span>”
Is that right, you muse, making a show of tapping your chin with your finger in thought (a gesture you recall no one can see, but you do it anywho), so what was all that about ‘UMBERAL IS WE!!!’? ‘WE CITY AARRREE’? Hmm?
Oh hey, Trier <span class="mu-i">IS</span> capable of emoting–see, there he goes shooting you a withering glare! “<span class="mu-i">... CoRRecTIoN–</span>”
Yea, you know that wasn’t his exact wordage, but it’s what he said, right? And he’s clearly going to keep tabs on you, so why not just hand the devil off now? She’ll be easier to watch when she’s at your side, right?
There’s a shift in the room’s air as the Archmage weighs your argument–either that or he’s coming up with the best way to murder you–but after a few tense moments, the atmosphere shifts back into its original smoky, acrid-scented norm!
“<span class="mu-i">sO BE iT…</span>” Before you can respond, you feel a familiar toasty presence at your side–a flap of wings confirming what you already knew!
“Stupid <span class="mu-s">WIZARDS!</span>” Rezzie snarls as Trier hovers over you both like a sinister blimp, “Try that again and see what happe-”
Th-thank you, Mr. Archmage, you interject with a nervous laugh! You’ll take good care of her, don’t worry! The sorcerer answers you with an almost staticy crackle.
“<span class="mu-i">TaKE HEeD. YOu. ARE. perCEIVED.</span>”
>CONTD.
