Ewwww. Varsinya wrinkled her nose. Anica was so...vulgar, speaking of warts out loud and such. Sometimes Varsinya wished she could be so wild. A streak of it got in her since Anica was along.
"Alright," Varsinya agreed. Varsinya didn't agree that Xandyr should be looting either, but said nothing as she gingerly stepped through the strange candles that hadn't gone out. Strange. She passed by the broken glass and frogmen alike, and nervously held her sword before her as she looked around the corners beyond.
The Red Condor shrieked at Sir Darvig in full wrath. Wings flapped storms of fire across the sky. "The Mage-God grows in power swifter than it appears to Paladine. This I know. A warning," Sargonnas told Darvigl, "for you to give to Paladine in your prayers."
“I will,” Darvig uttered.