“Garl, are you going to keep chewing on these guys until-”
“Get in my way, I’m chewing on you too, Dullahan.”
“… Well, I didn’t know I was your type… but before we begin, my safe word’s apple bread.”
Garl growled as he turned towards Dullahan, ready to rip the idiot limb from limb, but before he could Sylvia stepped between her father figure and the irate gargoyle. “That’s enough- from both of you,” she glowered at both of the men. “Odra’s not here. We’ve combed through the whole town but the only people here are dead humans. But Ficas thinks he’s picked up her trail, she tore out of west gate like a bat out of hell, but she did it under her own power. The half orc was telling the truth.”
“Good, then we can kill him now,” Garl tried to step past Sylvia but she snagged him by his shirt.
“Sahsi literally just put him back together.”
“He’s probably the one who shot her!”
“Doesn’t matter. Aunva’s on her side for this one, the half orc gets to keep breathing. For now.”
Garl growled and Sylvia responded by slapping him. It definitely hurt her more than him, judging by how she immediately shook her hand out afterwards, but it was enough to get Garl to pause.
Right. The half orc might have some more information. Once he found Odra, he’d join his friends in hell.
Garl hurried off, Sylvia watching him go before turning to Dullahan. “What’s his problem?” she asked, crossing her arms.
“Turns out he’s not completely stonehearted. Just hope he keeps his anger on the black knight and not any of us.”
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