|This all feels like it's going too well...|
Zombie thought in disbelief as he was observing the monster that he and Baron captured being escorted to the monster pens in the arena where the first kill party was going to start within an hour.
|I don't want to sound ungrateful but didn't those guys accepted my explanation way too easily? They stopped panicking the moment I told them I'm the familiar of the daughter of the Prides family - and they didn't question anything after that! I look like a blue seven-year-old!|
Zombie gritted his teeth, hurriedly walking past the more or less shocked people, he was worried that this might all be some sort of a trap and lady Raspbetty was waiting behind a corner to grab Cranberry and turn her life back into a miserable hell.
|Zombie, how high is your leadership level again...?|
