[center][h2]Krunk Fortress, Lobby[/h2]
[sub]Murder is fine[/sub][/center]

The door opened to reveal more rolling ball men. They must be pretty small to fit in those suits. Zerraf wondered why they wore such an inconvenient uniform. Musing to himself, the wind mage spun his rapier about and pointed at various workers in the kitchen. [color=ed1c24]"Eh-yo, you, or you, or you..."[/color] Zerraf continued until he had pointed at each individual. [color=ed1c24]"Where do you keep treasures? You stole something of mine,"[/color] Zerraf said. He licked the inside of his cheek. [color=ed1c24]"And some ale would be nice..."[/color] A disruption of air from the corner caught Zerraf's attention. He yawned and trudged over, hunched, rapier lowered.

The girl from earlier lied next to Alexander, the man Zerraf suspected to be a rolling ball man. The situation confirmed two beliefs: he was still aligned with this bronchitis leader guy, and Alexander wasn't very good in a fight. Zerraf sheathed his rapier and leaned over (more than he already was) to offer his left hand to Eleanor. At the moment, his eyes still had that layer of gloss covering them, and black bags underneath. [color=ed1c24]"Nice shot,"[/color] Zerraf said.