"It is a touch morbid, don't you think?"
The six dwarves on the floor, who had been holding extremely still in the hopes that doing so would prevent any of this from involving them further, winced as a unit. The grandmaster's forehead pressed harder against the flagstones.
Quinlan considered Aurora's observation.
He decided, visibly and without a word, that it did not concern him.
He raised a gauntlet, the air at the rear of the deep-cavern command room split along a black seam, and [Warp Gate] bloomed open.
He stepped through, leaving behind a room full of women with dry looks on their delicate faces.
They did not follow after him right away, instead standing in a loose half-ring looking at the empty space he had just occupied.
Then they exchanged a glance.
Ayame's arms uncrossed. She let out a slow breath through her teeth.
"He is getting more shameless by the second."
