With the buggy temporarily unavailable thanks to some... unfortunate wear and tear (totally not my fault), Agnos pulled yet another absurd trick out of his hat.
"We'll take a shuttle," he declared, his tone dripping with superiority. "And not just any shuttle—my shuttle. VVVVIP privilege."
"VVVVIP?" I asked. "You're just adding extra 'V's to sound impressive, aren't you?"
Agnos didn't dignify me with an answer.
When we reached the underworld's shuttle transport hub, the chaos of haggling drivers hit me like a tidal wave. Demonic drivers and skeletal chauffeurs clamored around us, shoving pamphlets in our faces and shouting over each other.
"Ride to the Seventh Circle—best rates in Mythica!"
"I'll get you to the Court of Eternal Gossip faster than anyone else!"
"I know shortcuts through the River of Regret—discount for groups of three!"
