[center][h2]Krunk Fortress, Lobby[/h2]
[sub]Pff, poor castle design, who puts their alchemy right next to the gates? FOOLS[/sub][/center]

	Zerraf bounced on Jenso's shoulder as he traversed the lobby looking for aid. He never responded with anything but a grunt or a sort of low humming. It reminded you of standing in a forest and remaining very still. The brim of his red, cloth hat was large and obtrusive. The white feather on its side likely caressed your face.

	As Zerraf was laid on the ground, he crossed his arms and opened an eye. His eye darted from the potion to Jenso's face. He stroked his chin with his left hand, making a more pronounced humming sound now. The forest woke up, as much as it would anyway. [color=ed1c24]"Hm-hm. I guess I'll walk," [/color]Zerraf said. A gangly arm crept towards the sloshing potion. His pale fingers encased the glass before charioting it back to his elevation. Slipping the neck underneath his mask, the red mage didn't bother to lift his head as he ingested the convenient alchemy.

	The bottle was released and rolled about in circles. Zerraf took his time in standing. First one knee, then a hand, now a foot, a few bounces, some turns, a yawn, some slouching, nodding, and finally he stood upright. He shoved a hand into his pocket, standing on each foot to roll his ankles. His ghost eyes looked to yours. [color=ed1c24]"Thanks,"[/color] Zerraf said. Shoulders lowered and back hunched, his footsteps trudged heavily past Jenso. [color=ed1c24]"Let's go bring the house down."[/color]