Raylon glared at the man, "Are you trying to stop us?"
The God shrunk back anxiously, "I-I just think you should rethink-"
Raylon interrupted, "And I think I you should keep your thoughts to yourself."
The God's eyes widened, "Ah- he inherited his mother's attitude!"
Moao snickered, "Fiery. Fiery. Fiery." Moao shook her head with a look of pain and returned to her expressionless face.
Raylon glanced at her with a worried expression. He rubbed off the blood that had been dripping from her eye, "Does it hurt?"
The God clicked his tongue, "Of course it does. She has three people living in her soul who don't belong there. Girl, you must really want those gods dead if you were willing to let them inside."
Moao waved him off, "Let's go already. Either show us the way or don't. I don't care."
He stood up with a sigh, "I will go… Just let me get a few drinks for the road."
