"Zone 234?" there was a flicker in the young Enphro's eyes. Then he looked over to the Young Forsaken for a moment.
"A border city." He replied with a smile.
"A border city produced a Paladin?"
"And had the death of a Bishop quite recently. What's up with that?" the smile on the Young Forsaken's face hadn't faded, but that smile seemed to have daggers in it.
"Do you know how long it takes to get here?" Grey asked with a raised eyebrow. "How the hell would I know?"
"Fair." The Young Forsaken said with a chuckle. "I don't believe you, but fair."
"Interesting. Would you believe my—?"
Grey was yanked back before he could say more. He looked back to find Amunet apparently having found quite a bit of strength. Not only that, but she wasn't shrouded by shadows anymore, instead she was in that cute little Egyptian princess garb she had been wearing before. All she was missing was the eyeliner.
Grey sighed. She was hot, too bad he hated her guts.
