Date: Unspecified
Time: Unspecified
Location: Myriad Realms, Lil' Red Storm Realm
'This ain't right.' Thalorien stared at Dalia from across the chamber, his thoughts churning faster than he could organize them.
She was sitting on a throne fashioned from Spirit Gold Ore, its surface gleaming faintly beneath the strange light of the realm. Her posture was completely relaxed, one arm resting against the throne as she regarded him with an annoying, almost irritating teasing smile. She wasn't doing anything. That was what bothered him most.
'Why isn't she doing anything?' Thalorien had expected her to react the moment he revealed that he knew about the interference with his Devil Merchant Codex. He had expected anger, perhaps an attempt to intimidate him, or at the very least a renewed effort to persuade him to accept the seed she had offered.
Instead, Dalia simply ignored him and sat there, watching him, waiting.
