Originally Posted by
Lord Magtok
Random Spot
"Don't reckon I e'er heard of either, son. You done been away for a long, long time, many a face has come and gone in that ti-"
Oh look, explosions and chaos. Our humble prince of darkness cackles once more, his raspy, half-dead throat warbling at the sight of the combatants smashing their way right out of the supposedly indestructible building.
"Oh lordy lord, now isn't that a sight! Love me some brawling sons of bitches, I do. They ain't my jurisdiction, them kiddies there, but y'never know when a stray fireball's gonna toast some sad bastard what is. Done paid the mortgage on half this street, off chance one of my monkeys gets wasted."
Mr. Sirtch, for that's the name of this twisted fellow, offers Kenyon a conspiratorial wink. No harm in telling an itsy-bitsy nobody outside his domain about this sort of thing, right? Ol' Kenster's far too busy trying to find his place in this new world to go about tattling on the devil to a bunch of NPCs, isn't he?