[ Joke's on you Fane, even if Gen weren't distractingly annoyed about being stuck in this particular room, now with company, he still wouldn't have reacted with screaming. He just would have gotten mad, like he's doing now. ]
Who are you calling whelp, you fucking walking stick.
[ Still. At least Gen has some sense of proper priorities at the moment. Because even that retort is grumbled low instead of snarled in confrontational fashion -- he needs to focus on getting out of here first.
Maybe Fane can feel the way Gen's stare is fixed sharply on him as he slinks after him, stepping around him to look at him from the side. And as Gen looks Fane over with True Sight and spots that telltale glimmer of light, an idea starts to form. ]
It's that. [ Gen gestures towards the statue, directing Fane towards it. ] No other exits or anything. I already looked.
where are his sexy elf girls and witch onee-sans, this isekai sucks ass
Who are you calling whelp, you fucking walking stick.
[ Still. At least Gen has some sense of proper priorities at the moment. Because even that retort is grumbled low instead of snarled in confrontational fashion -- he needs to focus on getting out of here first.
Maybe Fane can feel the way Gen's stare is fixed sharply on him as he slinks after him, stepping around him to look at him from the side. And as Gen looks Fane over with True Sight and spots that telltale glimmer of light, an idea starts to form. ]
It's that. [ Gen gestures towards the statue, directing Fane towards it. ] No other exits or anything. I already looked.