As Trixie and the others were meeting with the count, Liron set out to do exactly as he told Sullivan he would. It wasn't hard to find his target. Like usual, Rathus was holed up in his room, tinkering away.
"Hey there buddy!" Liron exclaimed as he threw the door open and let himself in. "How are you doing?!"
It was a pointless question. Liron really didn't need to bother asking it. He knew very well how Rathus was doing. Even so, it was entertaining to annoy the orc.
"What do you want Liron?" Rathus growled. "Can't you see that I'm busy right now?"
Liron glanced around the room, heaped with stacks of unsold music boxes. It was unlikely many--if any-of them had sold since they'd initially started their tenure at the castle. Numerous blue prints scattered about the place further indicated Rathus was geting quite restless. "Busy," definately wasn't the word Liron would use to describe the ornery orc at present.
