“Yeah, no, I’m not playing fetch with a gun.” Tora stowed it away and started to walk off, but the dog golem followed.
He stopped. The dog stopped. “Right, okay.” Tora pinched his brow in thought.
There was no way they could do this damn job with a weird stone pup following them around. He went back to the dog pile. “Playing fetch. Fine. Sure.”
There had to be something else he could throw. He gave the pile of electrified dog scraps a quick look before yanking some sort of broken limb out of it. It was still wet and popping with electricity.
“How’s this, champ? Good enough?” He waggled it in front of the pup golem.
It responded with a few playful bounces, which was as good a validation as any.
He threw it down the hall and the dog blinked out of existence. The thief and elementalist exchanged a concerned look, then dashed off, hoping to be gone before it somehow blinked back.
*
They were lost. The dog chase had left them stranded in a maze of featureless hallways with no real sense of where they were. The thief and the elementalist paced down the stone tiles, peering through doorways, looking for hints on where to go next.
“There’s no staff here, isn’t that odd?” FPS remarked once.
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