[h3]Vaughtar[/h3]

To say that Vaughtar was super happy would have been a bit of an overstatement. The gargoyle had sought refuge in the gym as it was one of the very few places aboard this strange, incredible steel monster they all were living in that allowed him to not feel entirely squeezed and cramped.

However, if he had known that Rozalind would choose this location for letting go of her steam he'd probably have preferred another spot. Unconsciously the gargoyle pushed the claws running along his feet into the hall floor which was soft compared to the steel gratings that littered the entire vehicle.

Then Vaughtar couldn't stand it anymore. One part of him to turn around and leave immediately no matter how cowardly that might look like, another part wanted him to address Rozalind directly and with as muc cleverness as he could muster no matter the risk of losing this game. Ultimately it was this part that slipped through first.

"Ahem..." The gargoyle raised his unmistakable rumble of a voice. "For [i]what[/i] should we be prepared ?"