The light around the Luzo smelled like a shape with 24 flat faces holding a very interesting joke that had both criticisms and flattery to the ever-growing problem of housing in Dwarvish Monarchies around Galeia despite having the highest density of Geomancers, implying that there was no problem at all to begin with.
I wasn't quite convinced, so I nodded and looked away in hopes it wouldn't insist.
It clearly wasn't being that serious.
My eyes met Yolin's, and her sky blue eyes told me the joke was lame anyways. The Oni was over two hundred years old, after all. She must've heard that one at least a hundred times, making her a trusty source in such circumstances.
Bonte, Bromisnar, Thelea, Hanna, and Elena walked over to us, standing a meter behind Alyssa and Yolin.
I faced them and raised my eyebrows. "What is it?" I asked with genuine interest, wondering why they approached us.
