Zafron walked through the winding alleyways of the Wasteland, the slime suit clutched tightly in his hand.
'Raxus's staff,' he mused, his brow furrowed in concentration. 'Could it really be the key to our escape? And if so, how in the world are we supposed to get our hands on it?'
[Oh, I'm sure it'll be a breeze,] Calista chimed in, her voice dripping with sarcasm. [We'll just waltz up to his section and ask politely if we can borrow his staff. What could possibly go wrong?]
Zafron rolled his eyes, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth despite the gravity of the situation.
As he rounded a corner, he reached the door to his scrappy house and entered, expecting to see Matilda waiting where he thought she'd be, he found no trace of her at in the house.
"Matilda?" he called out, his voice echoing off the grimy walls of the house. Worry began to gnaw at the pit of his stomach as he scanned the room .
