Ren's jaw tightened. "What exactly do you want to negotiate?" he demanded, his eyes locked on the crushing limbs ahead of him. "What do you mean by that? What's your price?"
"Oh, please... You all seem to know already what I want," Selthia mocked, her voice vibrating through the purple rotting tendons. "You didn't even try to hide it." A dark giggle echoed down the stairs. "The egg... The one your little jester-fool guard is carrying. That is what I want."
Mayo's breath hitched. She had been clutching the big, silver, wind-aspected egg to her chest since they fled the bottom chamber. Instinctively, she tightened her grip.
"Just like you, handsome, I'm building a squad to fill all my free nodes," Selthia continued. "I'm looking for beasts too... But I want special ones. And that dormant little storm in her arms is very, very special."
