"You may stop reaching for your toy sword, little anomaly. Nothing here will harm you unless I permit it."
Khaos adjusted his grip on the rough grey fabric of Silas's robe.
"I am not afraid. I am looking for the kitchen. Where are the sweet buns you promised?"
"I promised you an audience, not a bakery. Keep walking."
"Sheesh, Arcania feels very sticky. It tastes like old milk."
"No, It tastes like potential. Though I suppose to an unawakened palate, it might seem overwhelming. You are walking through the filtered runoff of the city's central core. It keeps the city afloat, powers the laboratories, and disintegrates garbage."
"Like those two wardens at the gate?" Khaos asked with a bright smile.
Vespera stopped abruptly. Silas bumped into her back, immediately bowing in apology.
Khaos just looked up at her, tilting his head.
