"It's a simple quest, at least," Noala said.
- What do you mean?
"There is a marker, so we know where to go."
- None of that 'do some detective work to find him,' yeah?
"Yeah. It's nothing complicated like get this guy to do that for that dude to agree to this—that kind of nonsense."
- Ah, yes. Politics, aka 'get this guy to do that for that dude to agree to this.'
"Funny." He chuckled. "I was going to cry if it was a fetch quest."
- Cry then, you little bitch.
- What do you mean? It is a fetch quest. You are supposed to fetch the head of some guy in the middle of nowhere.
"Lol," he said.
'I kid you not; he literally said lol,' Lucifer, who was watching all this unfold from his pool of lava, mused.
He succinctly put it as "the height of modern-day pop culture rot."
"I am a little excited, though." Noala yawned. "This could be a tough boss."
- You only care about the rewards.
