[center][h2]Lord Krunk's Quarters[/h2]
[sub]Notice my feather senpai[/sub][/center]

Zerraf would continue to leap from stone to falling stone. His glances lazily rotated from Krunk to Jenso to their new ally. His head swayed side to side, neck seemingly not supporting the mage's cranium. It leaned upon his right shoulder, eyes nearly closing, opening, fluttering, closing again. But the giant wouldn't let him sleep. The staircase was long and arduous. The red mage eventually made it to shoulder level with Krunk. He attempted to float as a feather, to take to the shoulder of the colossus lightly. He did not wish to ruin Jenso's distraction. Remaining silent, he would unsheathe his hand, and then his blade. Pointed first, raised, then invisible. Instead, there were many of the blade, all seemingly striking at once upon exposed flesh.

He hadn't had the perspective to spot the bandages, but if he ever gained it, Zerraf would immediately attempt to change location. For now, he struck the side of Krunk's neck with a multi-thrust.