“Don’t. Fuck. With. Me.” Bandi snarled. “Do you understand?”
“Y-Yes!” Wester gasped. He was trapped in the fire of Bandi’s glare. It was hard to breathe.
And then the rage and the darkness lifted as Bandi pulled away with a smile. Almost lifted – it lingered still in the corners of the sylvari’s eyes.
“Oh good!” Bandi said with a sigh of relief. “I’m so glad we had this talk! I feel better, don’t you?”
Wester didn’t respond, but Bandi didn’t seem to care. The norn stayed frozen in his chair, not really listening as Bandi yammered nonchalantly about this or that, gave a mocking bow, and swept out of his office with a flourish. He stared out after him blankly, glued to his seat with a fear he was struggling to register.
Whoever Bandi really was, Wester no longer wanted to know. Ever.
*
Blueten perked up as Tora emerged from the office.
“Are you done?” She was eager to move on.
“Yeah, jus’ wanted to check in on yer application.” He tossed her something and she fumbled a bit to catch it.
“What’s this?” She turned the object back and forth between her fingers, examining it. It was wooden and shaped like a raven.
“A good luck charm. Cute right?” Tora gave her a quick grin and moved past her. “Let’s give you a quick tour of the place, shall we?”
He wasn’t as readable to Blueten as he used to be. Was he lying? It was a cute charm though. Distinctly norn-ish. She decided to let it be.
“Do you think they’ll accept me?” She said as she made to follow him, her army of minions skittering close behind her.
Tora simply smiled in response.
Don’t mess with the boi!
(And the Rheno cameo aaaaaaaa Thank you)