[Oh, unwind your panties, you ambitious war dog,] the magician said once he noticed that Feroxxa's guard had risen to an…understandably high degree. [Neither my master nor I are the type to prematurely pop someone's head off just because there is a slight chance of them wanting to try and kill us. We're the type to prefer to make others pay for their crimes after they have been committed. Much more satisfying in a karmic sense.]
"I…see."
At this point, Feroxxa had fully realized that he wasn't having a conversation with a rational being in the slightest. If anything, he was being extorted by a monster from the darkest depths of his nightmares.
[That said, he did also express some form of interest in helping you guys. Maybe. But first, take a seat. This is your office, after all,and we both need to be comfortable if we wish to discuss the possibility of an alliance…or more accurately, a transaction.]
Or not.
"I…see…"
