Winning The Southern Abode

"Hey, uh, I'm supposed to talk with you guys? That's what I've been told," Bob said towards the guarding Grave Robbers.

His attitude was simplistic, wearing a benign smile while an eagle rests on his head. He spoke clearly, but his words made no sense. Which was what you'd expect from a guy with such a dumb look on his face.

"Cut the crap! We know you're here to fight!" The enemy leader was having no bullshit for dinner.

Time and time again, the capture process always gets interrupted. He's already been delayed for the entire duration of the match, and now another group appears just as he eliminated the last one? What was this? He thought this was a sick joke.

"Calm down, man. I don't know why you're so angry but we came here to negotiate… Or was that what Noc told me?" Bob said with uncertain eyes.