Augustine: Song weaver, self-proclaimed Life Skiller. Advocate for respecting the elderly.
Vincent and I break apart the two dungeon cores. I am the one who is holding the frail-looking old lady, while Vincent is holding back Atha. They both have fire in their eyes. I wonder how much it hurt Atha, to be kneed in the balls. I mean, don't his scales protect him from the impact?
"We have to be reasonable here. Ma'am," I smile down on the old lady in my hands. "We come for your honey."
She gives out a loud pitch squeal, and knees me in the balls. Or tries to. I jump away just in time.
"How dare you!" She yells, her hands balled into fists. "I am old enough to be your great-great-great..."
I tune her out, as she keeps on listing the greats. Using the time to think on a good strategy about what we could do about the lady who doesn't want for us to ever have children, I collect all the information that I know.