"Excuse me, would you be willing to participate in a survey?" Ripley asked the mean looking Marzu, completely indifferent to their extremely angry expression and demeanor.
"I am Jidore, herald of the Hidden River tribe of Marzu!" the ferocious beast declared, his voice traveling far and wide. Ripley quickly noted it down. The entire army of magic wielding tyrannosauruses behind him responded to his voice by gathering their magic, having it sing as it coursed through their bodies.
"Thank you for participating. Now if you don't mind, how did you hear about the Midnight Inn?"
"Remnants of a Marzu army returned to the Hidden river with news of sabotage and deceit, as well as the untimely death of the Witch of Hidden River, Feyore! They knew not the details of the enemy, and only spoke the words 'Midnight Inn'."
