Watching Kaylin sob profusely through the tinted lenses of my familiar's eyes was absolutely not on the agenda for today.
Shaco, as I've deigned to name the fella after one of my more memorable acquaintances from my old life, had slithered his way through all the crawls and crevasse he needed to go through to get my inspiring rallying message to Kaylin down at the dungeons far out of the city.
I had wondered why she hadn't busted out yet, for the most part I thought for sure she had some kind of endgame plan in the works since the dump they've thrown her into was really just that, a dumb.
But now, seeing her weep uncontrollably as she cradles the slippery pile that is Shaco, I realize there's ought to be more to the story.