"Masteeeeeeerrrrrr!" a certain oval-faced, laughably short woman with a bowl cut said with the broadest grin as she rushed towards Replicus and grabbed one of his hands. "I can't tell you how I am – with one hundred percent joy – glad that you made it back alive and unscathed."
Replicus narrowed his eyes.
This little, cunning menace…
Absolutely no one, not even Theurien and Silrat believed that she was entirely happy with Replicus return. There was something awfully unsettling about her small, ovular eyes and unnatural wide mouth.
"Kintar, I am a greater judge of character and intention than you give me credit for, you know?" Replicus said to her and turned to Grim. "What happened?"
The woman, Kintar, who was barely 1.4 meters in height, turned to Grim and her eyes widened, drowned in threat. An unspoken 'If you tell, I may have to murder you' floated from her.
Grim laughed, ignored and happily told on her.
