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You don't really care if that windbag hates your guts or not, but he's dragging Kelper through the mud, and you're not going to tolerate it by hearing this man nag and criticize the only person who's given you any kind of respect here. You head back to the front door to knock again, but there's no response once more. This time, you're not taking that as a response.
You kick the door down, the wood easily falling flat onto the floor, making a loud THUD as it lands. Several strange torches burn brightly, their flames unnaturally steady as they light up the prehistoric looking lobby, the floors and walls made of an unknown aged wood and carefully cobbled stones respectively. But you keep your eyes on the biggest door up the antiquated staircase, which burst open a second later with an armored crowd of guards calmly but swiftly hovering through the lobby to confront you. No weapons save for their own two hands. Several tense moments pass before a short, wrinkly purple amphibian draped in silver robes enters the scene, a large hat with a symbol that looks like a lilypad in the front of it. He flies over you, and you meet his judgemental gaze. Looking down at you.
"So, you decided to break into our halls. Was spying not enough for you?" The rude bastard attempts to rattle you, but you disregard his knowledge and backhanded words to cut the shit out right away.
"Listen, you old bag of bones," You start. You're not bothering being civil with a rude old crustball, your patience for those kind of people wears thin too quickly.
"Stenrowth." He corrects, but you continue.
"I know I don't belong here. I want to get off this planet as much as you want me off. But the only person who actually bothered trying to help me is Kelper." You notice that he's the only one absent, probably still in that room.
"I was told that the Capitol was the only place with the technology that could get me out of here." At this, you start hovering as well, the guards seemingly ready for a confrontation, but you don't pay them too much mind. This time, you're at the same altitude as Stenrowth, looking down at HIM instead.
"If you want me gone so badly, then give me a spaceship for me to leave in. Don't punish the only person who's sticking out their neck for my sake."
The old Jolotan scowls, clearly not used to someone else pushing back like this. <span class="mu-r">And predictably, old stubborn pride overrides his common sense, if he had any to begin with.</span>