(Minutes before Corey and Ryan's arrival)
The air above the crab-like Goliathspawn was tense, and the heavy silence between the two groups was broken only by the distant sound of waves crashing against the Goliathspawn's shell.
Azhrun stood with his trident resting casually against his shoulder. A faint smirk could be seen on his lips as his swirling silver eyes fixed on Melissa.
His gaze was shameless, lingering far longer than it should have and at places where they should not have landed. His words came in a tone that was both teasing and provocative.
"Melissa, was it?" he drawled, with a soft chuckle in his voice.
"You're quite the sight, even in this dreary place. A woman like you doesn't belong on a battlefield. You should be somewhere… warmer. Perhaps my bed?"
Melissa's hand immediately moved to the hilt of her daggers, her eyes narrowing into a deadly glare. "Say that again, fish boy, and I'll make sure you regret it."
