'You know, you are persistent, I will give you that,' Lamya sighed. 'Why are we here?'
'Because I need to talk to him!' Trixie snapped.
'Based on the yesterday's temper tantrum and the locked door today, I get the feeling that your Rathus is not in a talking mood,' Lamya pointed out.
Trixie ignored her and tried the door again. Like the numerous times she'd jiggled the handle before, it remained rigid and unwelcoming, much like Rathus himself as of late. She pounded on the door, again and again, but got no response. Lamya made a few more smart remarks as she circled the building, calling for the orc and trying to find away in, but it didn't register.
'Just give it up!' Lamya finally exclaimed. 'He's not here! Or if he is, he doesn't want to see you! Can we move on with our day now?'
