<span style="color: #40BF80">"Oh, plea<span style="font-style: italic">ssssss</span>se..." </span><br/>Thygor had been watching at the playful duo for as long as he could, before they disappeared in cover from his sight. It was ... entertaining, yes, and quite appetizing. Just gazing at their little, gracious bodies fluttering around and teasing each other ... He would have loved to play some little<span style="font-style: italic">games </span>with them. Unfortunately, not the kind of games that his superiors would permit.<br/>But then ... after losing them for a while, his attention turned back to the group guarding the building. Not that he could see much from that distance, yet ... enough to notice some commotion at one point.<br/>With a smirk of excitement at the promise of a good brawl, he quickly grabs back the spyglass from Naji - with another display of his tongue's dexterity - to give a better look.<br/>...It is hard to decipher the expressions on a Morgak's visage, but in this case, his rage would flashily reveal itself to even the most clueless observer.<br/><span style="color: #40BF80">"I ssssSWEAR TO EVERY ROTTEN DEMON OF THE ABYSSssss ...!"</span><br/>Remembering the message spell, he hisses in a sugary, yet clearly threatening tone:<span style="color: #40BF80">"My dear little morselsss, <span style="font-style: italic">what are you doing</span>? It seems<span style="font-style: italic">ss </span>you got struck in quite an unpleas<span style="font-style: italic">sssss</span>ant predicament... DO NOT ENTER THE HOUS<span style="font-style: italic">ssss</span>E, for no rea<span style="font-style: italic">sss</span>son. I don't want you to become <span style="font-style: italic">anyone else</span>'s dinner..."</span><br/>With a last snarl, he turns to Johan.<span style="color: #40BF80">"I <span style="font-style: italic">ssss</span>suppose a more direct approach would be adviceable, <span style="font-style: italic">ssss</span>since our chances<span style="font-style: italic">ss</span> of taking them by sur<span style="font-style: italic">rrr</span>prise are vanishing. The <span style="font-style: italic">sss</span>smaller fairy will tell them everything even before they <span style="font-style: italic">sss</span>start torturing her."</span>There's a hint of amusement in his tone - and ...envy, too, it seems.<span style="color: #40BF80">"I'll wait your commands<span style="font-style: italic">sss</span>..."</span>