"Right. We'll be on our way shortly, Lunam..."
Fang clapped a hand about the young girl's shoulder reassuringly, before flashing a disarming grim at Oleander.
"Unless you have a problem with that, Advisor?"
Perhaps more than a little miffed from her earlier embarrassment, the Necromancer simply fumed, producing a small black fan from her person, spreading it wide to waft across her face, looking away as she spoke in mock contempt.
"Hmph. Do as you will. Whatever artifacts are located down there will have to be brought to the surface for closer examination, regardless. Just try not to break anything."
"So you're saying you want others to do the dirty, dangerous work for you?"
At this pointed accusation, the dark-dressed woman gave a haughty laugh. Surprisingly, this seemed to be echoed by her bodyguards, whose shoulders shook with a similar mirth as she leaned in, as if sharing a secret with Fang. She smelled, the Professor thought, like the kind of flowers that you left out at funerals - a kind of odor used to disguise misery.
"Oh, darling!" She chuckled; "What do you think I have you for? ✰"
...and with that final, parting barb Oleander turned on her heel, making her way back towards the tent, her attendants in tow. Fang gave a slow exhale, evidently immediately grateful to be out of the Advisor's presence, giving Lunam an apologetic look as she began to lead the way towards a large, cage-like structure located touching one of the lips of the crater, the sound of crunching gravel under their feet only further adding to the din.
"Sorry about that." She explained hurriedly;
"She was sent down to oversee the operation by government officials... reports to one of the Directors. At first I was grateful our discovery was getting so much attention, but now...?" - Fang trailed off, shaking her head in disbelief.
Fang clapped a hand about the young girl's shoulder reassuringly, before flashing a disarming grim at Oleander.
"Unless you have a problem with that, Advisor?"
Perhaps more than a little miffed from her earlier embarrassment, the Necromancer simply fumed, producing a small black fan from her person, spreading it wide to waft across her face, looking away as she spoke in mock contempt.
"Hmph. Do as you will. Whatever artifacts are located down there will have to be brought to the surface for closer examination, regardless. Just try not to break anything."
"So you're saying you want others to do the dirty, dangerous work for you?"
At this pointed accusation, the dark-dressed woman gave a haughty laugh. Surprisingly, this seemed to be echoed by her bodyguards, whose shoulders shook with a similar mirth as she leaned in, as if sharing a secret with Fang. She smelled, the Professor thought, like the kind of flowers that you left out at funerals - a kind of odor used to disguise misery.
"Oh, darling!" She chuckled; "What do you think I have you for? ✰"
...and with that final, parting barb Oleander turned on her heel, making her way back towards the tent, her attendants in tow. Fang gave a slow exhale, evidently immediately grateful to be out of the Advisor's presence, giving Lunam an apologetic look as she began to lead the way towards a large, cage-like structure located touching one of the lips of the crater, the sound of crunching gravel under their feet only further adding to the din.
"Sorry about that." She explained hurriedly;
"She was sent down to oversee the operation by government officials... reports to one of the Directors. At first I was grateful our discovery was getting so much attention, but now...?" - Fang trailed off, shaking her head in disbelief.