"Esvalo, Esvalo, sad Esvalo," fissures ran along the walls, a ceiling fan spun on the lowest setting. Dirtied floor, spots of green, yellow, and brown scattered under the shambling tables. More than anything, water pipes growled, "-sad, sad, Esvalo."
"Mhhm, mhhm,"
"Kul, can you not see the man's tied?" commented Asmo reclined against one of the tables. Éclair came by a few minutes ago, the sight of the man repulsed him to gash the teeth and leave. "-Should I untie him?" inquired Kul, "-I mean, the mouth on him isn't worth the trash in this room."
"Better get to mind reading then," shrugged he, "-no way we're going to understand a word he says."
The chair shuffled dangerously, hands tried hard to break the tightly tied rope, "-mhmmh, mhhm," part of the visage was 'accidentally' burnt.
"I'm back," proclaimed Starix, "-hope I didn't make you wait long."
"Where did you go?"
