Pyris gestured vaguely toward the orb in the center of the room, its cracks now glowing faintly. "Not me. Blame the shiny ball of doom for making you it's slave first. And then maybe blame yourself. You're the one who decided absorbing my life force was a good idea. But lastly... Come on thank me for saving you."
Her eyes flicked toward the orb, and for the first time, a shadow of uncertainty crossed her face. "This... thing might...tis no ordinary artifact. Its powers eludes me still."
"Yeah, well, welcome to the club," Pyris said dryly.
Lady Nysa tilted her head slightly, her piercing gaze never leaving him. Despite her anger, there was something...curious in her expression now. "Thou art strange, boy. Perhaps not as insignificant as thou seemeth."
Pyris smirked, his confidence returning in full force. "Oh, I'm flattered. Now, Lady Nysa, how about we stop trying to kill each other and figure out how the hell we get back to business?"
