Nicklas blinks as we stare at him silently.
"Is… is something the—"
"How in the Hells did you get here?" I ask, bewildered.
"I had to—" he points vaguely at the nearby underbrush. "Uh… use the bathroom."
"You went to use the bathroom miles away from Cossa's Tower?"
Valeria cackles strangely. "The lesser survives because he's a shy pooper! That's fucking hilarious." It's so funny to her that she leans over sideways against the tree, her laugh growing to an obnoxiously high volume.
"N—no…!" Nicklas gets flustered from the 'shy pooper' accusation. "It's just… those damn camp latrines were in an awful state—"
"Hey Cossa, you hear that?" I nudge the still-spasming man in the shin while smirking. "Your bathrooms are so awful that they made Nicklas here run a marathon."
Valeria's cackle breaks into howling laughter, now slumping onto the ground in a fever.
