"They're lucky we spared them at all," Al says to Erevain's raised eyebrows.
"It would have been easier to deal killing blows. They are getting a second chance this way." She sighs, then follows his example and begins removing her armour.
"If it goes south I believe we are fighting our way out. I pray it does not. But I leave this in Zenithral's hands. Speaking of..."
Zenithral's familiar floats up and begins tugging at Alalla's arm gently. She begins to stand, then stops and turns to her husband.
"I'm glad you made it back to us safe, sharuhk," she murmurs in orcish.
"You know me. I had already decided I wasn't going to see you again." She gives him a kiss, gingerly, because of the blood, then stands and faces the flumph.
"Yes, Fluphy, I'm coming."
Alalla follows the tooting flumph over to Zenithral. "Not cooperating?" She rests a hand on her sword.
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