Speed Run, Real Time Attack - Run 3
A black-wooled sheep beastkin was sitting on a log with a cup in his hands, talking to Stella who had her own cup.
"You let her out?!" Archer said as soon as she saw this.
"Oh, hello to you too, Namosa" the beastkin greeted the orc in a bored drawl. "You know a better hello would be 'Glad to see you're not charmed, Noir. Dinner smells great, Noir. Hey Noir, those anti-mesmer charms you made actually work! You're a genius!'" He said sarcastically. "This is Stella, by the way, we were just shooting the shit over our shitty bosses."
"Our shitty boss is dead," Grey said.
"No shit? Is that why you have a demon on your shoulder?" Noir asked Caroon as he stood off the log. He was only a meter and a half tall by Kir's estimate.
"Saved us," Grey said. "Big grotesque."
"No kidding? Huh. Must have collapsed the way down coming up... explains the explosion and the fire."
"I made the fire," Grey said. "Caroon helped."