Ripped from pleasant thoughts, Erik turned from Leia to blink at Elora. "Right…" he muttered with a nod, quickly focusing back on the matter at hand. He glanced at Ankhur and smirked with amusement. "What do you say, Ankhur? Now or never?"
Unfortunately, Ankhur didn't appreciate the joke and looked at him with a deadpan expression. Never would mean watching as Enkare Nkai burned. He knew Erik was joking, but he'd already had his reservations over this whole thing. The very idea of letting that army march any further was close to giving him an aneurysm.
Rolling his eyes, Erik chuckled and turned back to Elora. "Alright, my love… Where do you want me?"
***
"Where, even, is this thrice-cursed city!?" the qipao-wearing woman snarled. Her long black hair whipped in the air as she swivelled her face at the sea of jungle in every direction except for directly behind her.
