Monke and Battle Royales (19)

Moving through the now less-populated camp, we finally arrived at the East entrance where Typhial was waiting with her wings flapping up and down as she waited with a pout on her face. When she saw us coming, her face lit up as she restrained herself from soaring towards us. Instead, she approached us with formal steps, her wings flapping every so often.

"Finally, you arrive." Her face was stern as she glared at me, her soft features hardening as she turned around. "Follow me, I'll show you the ropes."

"I'll be leaving then-ta!" Reia saluted cheerfully before she turned around as well before bolting off towards the tent of Oshurkova. "Lady Oshurkova's duties may require some help-ta!"

And with that, the skimpy maid turned a corner and vanished from our vision. Looking back to the front, I noticed Typhial was shivering slightly.