[Neffy, I understand that being paranoid is the Maestro's thing, but I don't think we need to replicate such behaviors ourselves,] Hurricroak complained. [I mean nothing's happened for several days now.]
[Which is precisely the reason why we're patrolling,] I told Hurricroak. [Shit happens when you least suspect it.]
[...]
[What?]
[Nothing, I just figured you would try to be a bit more philosophical about the whole thing. Well, sound philosophical, I mean.]
[Meh. Keep it simple, stupid. KISS.]
[Huh.]
After the initial excitement of retrieving the axe and celebrating with the Storm Singers had died down, our next goal was to take out the Collectrix.
Doing so, however, required more careful planning.
The kind of planning that I would've preferred to have milord and the curators with us.
But alas, milord was in the process of dealing with...something.
And the curators themselves were being unnecessarily cagey...again.
