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The air in the office grows colder as your exchange comes to a screeching halt. What more needs to be said? The shifty bastard holds all the cards for now: yours, Liz’s, and even Trier’s in a weird, roundabout way! He’s a necessary evil, you think to yourself as your fists ball up at your sides, with an emphasis on <span class="mu-i">evil</span>... but if Liz is abiding his antics, well…
You’re going to have to deal with it too.
<span class="mu-r">”AAAaAAAaAnd SENT!”</span> Chirps the cowpoke in a bit <span class="mu-i">too</span> cheery of a tone! <span class="mu-r">”Don’t you worry, amigo–the minute she has a reply you’ll be the first to know! Probably!”</span>
Whatever, dude… waving him off in your head, you leave Volkir’s office for hopefully greener pastures. Any more from this guy and you’re gonna get a <span class="mu-r">LICORICE HEADACHE!</span> EUCH!
“He lives…”
Morook’s observation is about as necessary as it is energetic, but you manage to meet the Chytree’s gaze with a wry grin and a quiet ‘for now!’
“So! How’s your pal doing?” Volka innocently asks as she bolts upright in whatever couch, armchair, or plush piece of furniture she’s currently crushing!
“‘Pal’...” Scoffs Rezzie as she finishes carving something into the wall with her claw before glancing over her shoulder at you, “He’s a lot of things, but a ‘pal’ isn’t one of them…”
“Right, right… my bad!” Nods the Skog as Tzah-Tzie and Oti emerge from the doorway across from you. “How’d it go?”
You relay the details of Liz’ situation as best you can… and the fact that she’s in the race to squash the <span class="mu-r">LORDS</span> too. By the time you’re finished, the room is about as quiet as the office you just left.
“That’s… that’s horrible…” Volka whines as her gaze falls to the floor! You know…
“She probably came here to save you too!” The Skog adds, her big yellow eyes growing even bigger! “A-and now…”
You <span class="mu-i">know</span>, you repeat as you struggle to keep your cool! It’s… it’s not ideal…
“Ideal or not, we might want to address the Fruum in the cellar…” Morook mutters, prompting Volka to leap into a battle stance that nearly bowls Tzah-Tzie over!
“<span class="mu-s">FRUUM!? WHERE!?!?</span>”
“... It’s an expression, Volk.” The ranger answers with the sigh of a man who’s had this exact exchange with her many, <span class="mu-i">many</span> times.
“What are these ‘EKSPRE-CHUNS’ you all keep blathering about?!” Snarls Rezzie with a flap of her wings! “What magic is this!?”
Morook, you interject just as Oti looks ready to fill the room in frost, what exactly do you mean by that? He answers you with a dire look in his turgid eyes.
“My… <span class="mu-i">experience</span> with your friend is limited,” He begins in a diplomatic tone, “But from the moment she was brought into this world she didn’t hesitate to destroy everything and anything in her path…
>CONTD.
