Apathy Elemental
EXP: 114,186, Level: 14
Level completed: 68%,
EXP required for next Level: 4,814
"To tolerating current company," I raised my glass in kind.
It's amazing who you'll find lurking around in a tavern in the middle of Corone, isn't it?
At least Red had approached me with a neutral sort of sociopathic mopey-ness this time around. She was incredibly sour and broody the last time we met, in the frozen backwoods of Salvar. The alcohol probably mellowed her out a bit.
I was about to make some idle conversation about this shitty weather we've been having when a voice boomed over the crowd. Deep in the throng of drunk people, Hyperion froze when she heard her name called out. Momentary panic rippled through her, but she remained as calm as she could, still hunched over, fingers hooked and ready to latch onto her prey.
"Oh, my gods," I muttered to myself. "I don't need this today."
I stood up, cupping my hands against the little slit in my mask where my mouth would be. "Calm your gigantic fuzzy tits, Phi. Hype just wants to hug him. It will be the most harmless hour or two of his life."
I shot Red a glare as I sat back down. "Jeez, you have her brothels raided and several of her girls killed and suddenly you're the biggest, most suspicious asshole in the world."