Tallo's laughter grew infinitely more annoying with each step the trio took, speeding away from the hallowed grounds with Baddan and several of his fellow riders leading the way.
Skullius almost blocked his ears, and Maxim kept glaring at the Mage murderously.
Even Baddan was looking to be so close to erupting into a flailing fit if Tallo wasn't shut up very soon. He had made his point. His annoying, shrewdly point.
Every second he continued laughing with so many tears coming from his eyes that he had to dab them away constantly with his robes, the group's urge to gang up on him, and strangle him was inflated.
But they were decent people.
"I still can't believe you bought it! 'One of our friends is at death's door!' you said Hahahahahahaaaaaaaha Hahahahaha! That one in particular got me! Whooo!" Tallo panted, using Skullius' shoulder as support.