"THREE for ME!" [Flug complains shrilly, with an angry flop of his hands. Seriously, what gives?! Why did everyone else get an unrigged chance at survival?! At least it's something he can direct his attention on. The arachne sits up with a worried scowl.]

"So it was real." [At least that meant his night terrors hadn't transcended into being any worse than usual after all. So when he murdered that lackey... Hm.]

"I completed the objective fine enough. Expected a little more, to be honest. There hadn't been a moment to waste after that. A-all I could think about was you ringing my neck or being so late."

[But he hadn't. And he won't. Not here. Still, it's hard to believe Flug didn't run into his master in the midst of all that. Had he really missed Lord Black Hat being there? Something doesn't add up…]

"You said you had the full seven days?"