A hole started to open up in the clouds as a lone figure descended to face Lorwynn with a twisted grin.
But Argyle only glanced at the two men as the lightning stopped raining down on the city for the time being. He understood that the two men were now conversing for only their ears, however, he had no time to focus on that situation.
The Fat Goose was already in view. All they had to do now was cross the city market, but Argyle dashed in front of the other three, blocking them from going further.
"Hey! What are you--"
Just then, an echoing thud resounded as a figure fell from the sky and landed a few meters in front of Argyle. It was a huge mountain of a man wielding a greataxe who tilted his head from side to side, letting Argyle hear the crackles as the man loosed his neck.
"You're Argyle, right?" asked the hulking figure, looking down on Argyle from half a meter up. "Join us!"
