"What? N-no?"
Gobbuto realized his mouth was wide open.
He quickly fixed himself. A professional gentleman had to keep his bearing at all times.
"Ahem... I am not worthy of being--"
"[Sssstop right there, ya big ol' dork,]" Ree said, lazily lying back in her chair. "[You're worthy. And you're coming with us. It's already been decided.]"
"M-my place is here," Gobbuto countered weakly.
[We need your strength,] Troia signed, before bowing politely.
Oh-- oh no.
Gobbuto quickly bowed in return-- but that wasn't enough. Knocking back his chair, he dropped to a knee to make sure his head was lower than that of the Holy Princess.
"P-please... do not bow, H-high Oracle-- not for me."
"Troia's right," Pale said. "We need you, Gobbuto. Your strength, your skill, your companionship. I'll talk to Tycon and have you reassigned to our unit... but only if you're willing."
"I..."
