Lord Reese Thorvel had been grinning, crackling as he watched them approach, traversing the Southern Mountains of ash, flames, and sulfur. He'd heard the rumors of Altair's wrath through the Great Plateau. And it had been enough to have him retreat to his great lair, where he stored his cube. He'd barely returned in time to catch sight of them entering his domain.
"You and that sullen whore of yours will pay for this humiliation." He swore, clutching his shoulder where the sting of anguish stirred his every waking thought. He found himself breathless at the taste of what he would do.
"That's it there, Art," Reina said, pointing at Reese. "That's the Leather Surcoat I was talking about. Nice, isn't it? It's even fitted with fur to defend against the cold. Though I don't suppose you'd need that feature. But I'm sure it's comfy." she grinned and glanced at him. "Well? What do you think? Is it nice?"
