Pliro knocked on the door to the forge as he heard boisterous laughter inside. Despite what he thought. Everything took half a day to complete. So he had not managed to get back here until just now.
"Who is it?!" A voice asked in annoyance.
"Pliro." He answered and the door swung open before he was pulled inside and stumbled. Reaching for his weapon as the door slammed shut. But Ezekiel ignored him as he walked back over to his seat.
"Tell me that was not the end of it. How did he manage to get out of a situation like that?" Alitru asked, clearly enamored with the story that Gladiator was telling.
"I did not even get a chance to touch him before he was rambling so fast and with so much information that I did not know what to do." Gladiator explained with a chuckle as he leaned back in his chair. "So… I put a muzzle on him and decided to come back later. That turned out to be a mistake. Because as soon as I took it off he was rambling again!"
"Hahahaha!"
