[What the hell. First he complains about the bug, now he wants more of them. Make up your mind, guy.]
Are you pulling my leg?
[Because it sure sounds like it. Not even in a "that's just crazy enough to work" kind of way. But the emphatic argument (trust me on this) seems to have been enough to start. Despite the bitching, he bolts out on Loki's heels posthaste, and he keeps on them after they're clear of the room.
Well, mostly on them. Loki bought them some time, so he takes the extra seconds to shoulder the door shut behind them, swiping a sturdy battleaxe off a nearby suit of armor so he can jam it under the doorknob. (The suit of armor seems to take great offense to this, but they're long gone before it really matters.) It won't hold for long, but it's something. Catching up, he calls out—]
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Are you pulling my leg?
[Because it sure sounds like it. Not even in a "that's just crazy enough to work" kind of way. But the emphatic argument (trust me on this) seems to have been enough to start. Despite the bitching, he bolts out on Loki's heels posthaste, and he keeps on them after they're clear of the room.
Well, mostly on them. Loki bought them some time, so he takes the extra seconds to shoulder the door shut behind them, swiping a sturdy battleaxe off a nearby suit of armor so he can jam it under the doorknob. (The suit of armor seems to take great offense to this, but they're long gone before it really matters.) It won't hold for long, but it's something. Catching up, he calls out—]
The dungeons were full of 'em waiting to hatch.
[Maybe a few got loose since he was down there.]