[ Whatever he was going to say is swiftly cut-off by a commotion down the hallway, the pounding of footsteps as four shadowy figures round the corner to come to a halt.
There, huffs the one at the fore, jabbing a finger at Emet-Selch. That’s the bastard!
Oh. This must be the idiot who tried to rob him. And he’s brought friends. ]
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[ Whatever he was going to say is swiftly cut-off by a commotion down the hallway, the pounding of footsteps as four shadowy figures round the corner to come to a halt.
There, huffs the one at the fore, jabbing a finger at Emet-Selch. That’s the bastard!
Oh. This must be the idiot who tried to rob him. And he’s brought friends. ]
Four against one is hardly fair.
[ He says, sounding entirely unbothered. ]