Even Zach's club members were looking at him like he was crazy. But before they could say anything, one of the Exterminators gently squeezed their way to the front.
"Pardon me, I don't mean to be rude, but what the fuck was that?" A swordsman with long hair asked.
"Fuck if I know." Zach shrugged. "A Named underworlder, I guess?"
"No, I meant, why the fuck did you agree to his deal? You've effectively rendered your own creations and our participation meaningless. All for what sounds like it can only be a trap."
"Zach, I know the circumstances and the situation weren't ideal, but are you sure that was the right choice? He practically admitted to preparing something big. Wouldn't it be worth it to, you know, ruin their plans?" Dukiel chimed in.
"A couple of things." Zach held up a hand to ask them to calm down.
