Hector's mismatched eyes gleamed with an unsettling mixture of excitement and madness. "You see, Zafron," he began, his voice taking on a conspiratorial tone, "I found you quite intriguing from the moment you and your charming companion... Matilda, was it? Yes, when you both passed through the barrier and landed safely. Quite unorthodox, I must say."
Zafron's brow furrowed. 'How does he know about our arrival?' he wondered, a chill running down his spine.
[Oh great,] Calista chimed in, [we've got a stalker. And here I thought the Undercity couldn't get any creepier.]
"You're wondering how I know this," Hector continued, as if reading Zafron's thoughts. He limped over to a cluttered workbench, his mechanical parts whirring softly. "You see, my boy, we're all trapped here. Trapped in a magical barrier forged by some of the strongest magic wielders in the whole empire."
Zafron's eyes widened. "Trapped? What do you mean?"
