"Tralon… Where is that pestro!" Quallace shouted at Argyle and Jack.
"Tralon? Hmm… Remind me who that is." Jack acted clueless as he examined the four councilmen.
"You…"
"Calm down, Quallace. He's messing with us," stated Bikkem. "We don't mean either of you two any trouble. We're here for Tralon and Tralon alone."
"And that's why you can't find Tralon," Jack replied. "If you were able to find him, then you'd team up on him and teabag him."
"We… What?" Caught off guard by Jack's choice of words, Bikkem hesitated. "Either way, we don't want to fight either of you two, so can we at least agree to back off and go our separate ways?"
"Go our separate ways? This is a dungeon! There's only one way to go!" Jack laughed. "Besides, you're all trespassing and there's a rule we've had in the guild since this dungeon was first opened. Would you like to know what it is?"
