Muse’s eyes widened when Books claimed she’d been in the Guild for four weeks, not sure if he still had any concept of how long that was. She couldn’t have [i]possibly[/i] been there so long, if a week meant as much time as he recalled. Though, if she had been surviving in the Guild for so long, it would at least explain her strained appearance and thin body. He laughed nervously when Books explained how she’d counted the days. “Well, in a place like this, that’s not the most accurate timekeeping.” he ran his fingers through his black hair as he glanced awkwardly to the side. “The time of day is probably one of the most fickle things about time in this place. I swear, it’s like the sun moves halfway across the sky in the time it takes for me to walk halfway across this room.” Still, even if her remark wasn’t the most accurate, she’d no doubt been struggling to survive in the Guild for quite a while. Was the situation getting worse? “At any rate, call me Muse.” He told her. “I’m here to protect you guys, but, I guess I’m not doing the best job…” he glanced to the side again. 

His sense of danger returned when the ground beneath them flickered into void once again, Ebil urging them to go. “Shit, you’re right!” he exclaimed, instinctively sprouting huge black wings from his back, a second away from taking off before he realized the dilemma before him. “Augh, wait, I’m gonna have to get a lot bigger in order to carry the three of… you…” he trailed off, eyes darting about the room in a bit of a panic as he realized what was happening. He looked back at the two roleplayers with him. “Does anyone know where Nautilus went?”