"I was in the middle of a groundbreaking experiment!"
"It's me, Master Inxi! Zogh-Zogh." Zolgrish replied.
"That explains a lot, but not why you dared disturb my work!" Inxialot snorted, releasing a thick dust cloud from his nostrils that would have put a Dragon to shame.
"I… Why did I call him again, Ratpack?"
"Oh, for the love of…" Lith cursed and proceeded to explain the situation in Jambel and his suspicions about it.
"Nice theory, Larp, but you are way off the mark." Inxialot brushed his worries away with a sweep of his hand. "The Isharas did ask my permission, and I told them to fuck off or face my wrath."
"I'm lost here. Who is this Lamb, and how is he involved in this story?" Zolgrish asked.
"Scourge and Lamb same person." Ratpack said. "He also called Lith Verhen."
"Why did you do that, Inxialot?" Lith ignored the non-Awakened Lich's rambling and forced the Undead Representative to focus. "We are not friends."
