You don’t even need to glance at Volka before the two of you tear off down the hallway like two bats out of a <span class="mu-i">very</span> dark Hell! If you weren’t in such a hurry you’d give yourself a pat on the back for managing to avoid face-planting into a wall, but there’s no time! Rezzie’s doing something stupid again!
Bursting through the door at the end of the hall, you find yourself staring a-
“<span class="mu-s">I’M CHANGING! GET OUUUUUUUTTTT!</span>”
Whoops, sorry! Ducking back into the corridor, you find that there was another door <span class="mu-i">right</span> next to the one you just kicked open! Giving Volka the honors, you’re immediately met by a wave of hot, steamy air, the clanking of cookware, and Rezalith’s grinning face as she looms over…
“See how easy that was? Just rub the meat with that sauce <span class="mu-i">before</span> you cook it and it’ll taste loads better! Go on, try it!”
Looking up from the counter, the look of glee and pride on Rezzie’s face is swiftly replaced by the usual disdain. “Oh, you didn’t drown in the moat. <span class="mu-i">Terrific</span>.”
Volka opens her mouth to greet your favorite hellspawn, but the words barely make it up her throat! “Hey there, um-”
“Za-Za.” Spits Rez-err, <span class="mu-i">Za-Za</span>, “Forgot the snack’s name. Oh, and this guy here is-”
“<span class="mu-r">SALTY SUUTZ</span> bein’ art yer’ service!” Chirps the chef next to Rezzie with five eyes a-
<span class="mu-i">WAIT A SEC!</span>
https://youtu.be/V8CSyVUUvso“Mhm, mhm!” The miserable grunts as he gives the devil a nod of approval, “She’der’d be slapperin’ me if I saids it ter’ her face, Zar-Zar, but this be tastin’ loadser better’n Ma Suutz’ cookin’, it be!”
For the briefest of moments you spot the faintest, <span class="mu-i">TINIEST</span> sliver of a smirk on Rezzie’s face, but it quickly folds in favor of her usual response…
“Tch… of course it does! Cooking’s like disemboweling a prisoner: once you learn how to do it right, ya’ never forget!”
“HAGK!” Laughs the Head Chef, “Augh, where the Hells were ye’ this marnin’? Those ter varmins could cook a meal ter’ save their lives!” Shaking the pride off of his smiling face, Salty Suutz turns your way and adopts a fresh frown! “If yer’ friend ‘ere weren’t bein’ so capable in a kitchen I’da be floggerin’ yer’ aroun’ ther’ whole place fer’ how late yer’ weres!”
His remaining eyes narrow as they give you a once-over! “... Oi… harve we be meetin’ befard?”
What do?
>GET HIM!>Let’s not cause a fuss… see what kitchening needs doing!>Ask ‘Za-Za’ where ‘Siila’ went!>J’accuse! What the HELLS are you doing here, Salty Suutz?!>Stay silent! He’ll think you disappeared!>Write-In! 