20.2 Surgery

"Depends," one of the three guys stated, his gruff tone echoing between us. "We work off of each other fairly well. If it's bigger than say... fifteen feet across, then don't expect us to be done by nightfall."

Understandable. "Emeraud?"

"The room is roughly ten by twelve feet," my apprentice took over for me, seeing as she was the one that prepped the room in the first place. "There're no more open windows, and the room is currently airtight. Think you can do it?"

"Easily," the other one smirked. A pretty boy if I was being honest with myself. "Anyone can do that. But why us?"

"Cause I need a room that can survive being exposed to flaming hot heat for at least a few seconds, as well as the ability to do the aforementioned heating quickly," I quickly chimed in. It was insane for this world's standards, and I was sure that they'd look at me like I was just that crazy.