“So, Stein Steinson,” The sylvari sang playfully, emphasizing each syllable of the name so that they hit Wester’s ears like bullets. “I took your advice, took a nice break in Hoelbrak-”
“OKAY I SEE WHAT THIS IS-”
“Gotta say, I’m more a wine guy myself, but the ale there ain’t bad!”
Bandi wasn’t even looking at Wester anymore, his back against the desk as he lazily examined one of Wester’s raven figurines.
“BANDI!”
“Specially liked the ah, Hunter’s Ale.” He playfully tossed the figure in the air, caught it, and tossed it again. “Good shit.”
“WOULD YOU PLEASE-”
“Oh, and I brought a new recruit with me. You’ll love her. Goes by The Mute. Great listener.”
Had Wester not been so blinded by his ever rising panic, he may have noticed that through a sliver of his curtain door, you could see someone. A tiny masked sylvari was standing out in the hallway surrounded by a horde of masked undead minions. She was nervous and a little bored. He did not see this. He was busy snatching Bandi by the lapels of his coat in urgent frustration and jerking him over the desk.
“BANDI!”
The plant’s smile didn’t even waver. “Yes, Stein Steinson?”
“WHERE DID YOU HEAR THAT NAME?”
“You mean Stein Steinson?” He swore he saw that damn salad’s grin grow larger. “Is that the name you mean, Stein Steinson?”
“YES, BANDI! PLEASE!”
this has got me cracking up! Tora’s being so mean! xD