@1Charak2@Rune_Alchemist Tut tut.... Running off so quickly.... Seems my new mistress will take a good deal of effort to keep up with, Gor thinks, shaking her head tiredly as Liliana leaves her to go speak with the Dullahan. At least Miss Dupain seemed quite a bit more friendly and professional than her compatriot. She outwardly responds to the intrusion on their conversation with a simple nod and an, "
Of course of course, don't let me trouble you."
Nonetheless, now's no time to take a break, as there's always work to do, and currently that starts with taking Miss Liliana her suitcase. She grabs the case carefully and walks over to the duo, her small puddle of tentacles, slime, and slimy tentacles following after her. She considers, momentarily, looking inside it, but quickly thinks better of it; Miss Liliana will reveal her secrets in due time, certainly.
Before she can even reach them though, Miss Liliana fucks right off and starts running towards the docks. Well, no point in chasing her, Gor knows herself well enough to know she won't be able to catch up. She turns to Miss Dupain and smiles brightly, "
Well, she must be quite eager, eh? I don't believe we've quite properly met beyond our general introductions. I'm very pleased to be working with you Miss Dupain, of this entire group I'd say you without a doubt have the most exemplary attitude of professional dignity, which I'm sure will serve you, and by all means the guild itself, extremely well; particularly given how many, ah, eccentric members we have among us." She gives a small bow, "
But I'm afraid I must beg your pardon, as I have something; well, rather, someone to attend to."
She stands from her bow, and then calmly walks off in the direction of the docks. There's no real need for hurry, competent as she may be, Miss Liliana is unlikely to solve whatever issue the provider of this mystery quest has before she can arrive.
She keeps on walking until she sees Miss Liliana sitting on the ground, seemingly in a state of some distress. Without a word, she slinks up to her mistress with as much stealth as she can muster and places the suitcase next the lich, then sits down next to her. She doesn't speak a word; no explanation of her presence, no smarmy compliments, nothing. She was trying something a tad different now; where words had failed her, perhaps simple servitude could suffice. It wouldn't be the first time she had to keep silent for one of her masters, it was actually a relatively common practice, it simply made some folks uncomfortable, hence her chipper demeanor.
In any case, her hope was that the Lich would say something. After all, they both had a long time to wait, either for the Dullahan to catch up, or for the world to shrivel into dust; it didn't bother her either way, patience was one of the virtues she possessed in great amounts.