"***k me, I'm glad that's over. I was moving towards a red, smoky looking light, with some bastard in red tights with a goatee and a tail beckoning me onwards and cackling, then..."
He waves his hands in the air as if to say, 'here I am', then feels inside his shirt.
"Me third nipple's gone, too. Good work, mate!"
He ruffles Kyson's hair, pinches his cheek in an avuncular manner, then looks around.
"Oi, where's Urol, and what are all you buggers looking so glum for?"
”We have to move. Now. We can’t stay here”, he explains as he slips his daggers back into his belt. ”Kyson, get Seka back on his feet if you can.”
Kyson looks at Seka, not understanding.
"Go?! While leaving Urol behind? What? We can't do that! We have to find him and get him back," Kyson argues, looking for face to face for support.
"Kyson, I...I think he's gone. I wouldn't even know where to start looking for him, would you? He just... disappeared." Her normally chipper olive complexion more an ashen shade of overcooked asparagus. The young half orc paces back and forth, looking for any evidence of where Urol's abductor may have taken him.