"H-Hey everyone, how's it going?" Orvyn asked, trying to make conversation. He knew he had no chance of escaping and only tried to stall for time. He and the demon followers were working on something secret, and he needed them to finish on time.
"Hey, Orvyn. How are you?" Zion asked
"P-Pretty good, man. Just been carrying out orders. You know, the usual." He chuckled in fear.
"Ha, yeah, I hear ya. Doing a good job?"
"W-We're on track. And we even sped things up after you provoked Lord Azmorath. He was really upset with you."
"Ahh, yeah, that makes sense. It's so obvious that he wants to kill me, but he can't. At least for now. He's waiting until the demon ranking tournament."
Orvyn corrected Zion. "I-Its not a tournament."
Zion slapped the shit out of Orvyn, knocking him into a wall and severely brusing his cheek,
"Oh, shit! My bad, man. I just lost my cool for a sec there. We good?"
