[center][h2]Krunk Fortress, Lobby[/h2]
[sub]Hopefully one of these rooms is a PT clinic[/sub][/center]

[color=ed1c24]"Oy-ye. Nobody's ever broken my ankles before. This is pretty annoying,"[/color] Zerraf said. He laid back as one might at the beach. His left forearm and elbow supported his body leaning back, and one of his legs was angled upward, knee at the peak. His other leg was flat on the ground. His white bangs danced as the wind from Funk's dispersal reached his location. Once the flows were finished, he cocked his neck upward to readjust his wide brim hat.

Wind became visible as it coiled around him in a white tide. The figure of a serpent began to form, fanged but silent. It's eyes were closed and it merely rested around Zerraf. Zerraf's voice echoed, throwing his sound anywhere but his current location. [color=ed1c24]"Eh. You offer me ale and then attack from behind doors. You're sending mixed signals. Did you put something in my drink?"[/color] Zerraf continued, the echoing words were just a distraction, something to buy time.

Enough time for a shrieking rapier to fly in as a banshee towards the unarmored earhole of Lord Funk.