Vaelith leans back at her office chair, swirling the cup of her favorite black tea. "He reminds me of that eldritch horror who rules one of the seven abysses."

  Orvyn tilts his head towards Vaelith, his eyebrow arching higher. "You mean the one with fifty claws and a black hole in his chest? I did hear he went missing-"

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  Before he can finish, Elaris's voice echoes from the shadow. "I killed him..."

  A beat.

  "... He was mocking my hat."

  Orvyn blinks. "That explains the black hole last Friday."

  Vaelith rubs her temples, but the slight upwards twitch of her lips betrays her amusement. "I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that. I don't want to deal with the interviews and paperwork."