Here There Be

"You serious, LT?" Krysaos rolled his eyes and raised his arms, "You're tellin' me I gotta deal with the-- with Imperia on the whole trip back?" 

Tycondrius pursed his lips, but nodded... "That... is a logical conclusion, Brother-Captain-- so, yes."

It seemed much of the bite in Krysaos' criticisms of the dark elf had been dulled, but his wholly negative opinion of her would not change anytime soon. 

"You're scum, Krysaos!" Imperia shouted, "Absolute scum!"

Tycon raised an eyebrow. It was rare of Imperia to call Krysaos by name... granted, it was to direct an insult. 

Maybe they were starting to... get along?

That would be nice. 

"Ishmael," Tycon waved, catching the attention of his ⌈Venomous Shadow.⌋ "Cover the Captain and the two ladies, if you would."

"An' what'll you be doin', LT?" Krysaos asked. 

"Attending a convocation of sorts with the denizens of the swamp."

"Fewer words, please. Also, what does ilk mean?"