Drac smirks and takes another sip of his wine. "Go ahead. I'll be watching you."
"I'll take you both down to the ground." Hisha taunts Drac as he raises his glass in the air.
"I'm not afraid of you," Drac smirks as he looks over to Vanas. "He on the other hand is out of our league."
[Tribal chief Vanas is out of your league, host]
HTC put up numerous laughing emojis to mock its host.
Internally facepalming, Hisha let out a sigh as he responded telepathically to his system, 'I will blame this body I look like, nothing more, nothing less.'
Hisha raises a brow and blurts out, "what are you talking about? He is just a tribal chief."
"And you can't even see his face. I bet he has some sort of special spell on his body that allows him to hide from our sight." Drac responds.
"What are you even saying? That makes no sense, what is so special about him aside from higher-ranked power?" Hisha questions in a whisper, getting annoyed by Drac's comments.
