“Welcome to the Oxaivalon Empire. I trust you encountered little trouble during your trip through our magnificent empire.”, A goat beast man with gigantic curled horns said, with a pleasant smile.
“They took the sky.”, The feather faced guard corrected, his glares stuck on me in particular. For some reason, he really, really didn’t trust me. Then again, I did just try to illegally enter the city he’s meant to be protecting, so a little scrutiny was deserved.
“Oh, well, at least our skies are clear.”, The geriatric goat said, readjusting his monocle.
“All skies are clear, Quillburn.”
“Ah, yes. That is true, but… hm, at least they caused no troubles.”
“None that we’ve heard of…”, Finally, we got him to be less hostile. But just then, as if he’d read my mind, his eyes narrowed down on me in an intense warning. “Yet.”
Spoke too soon.