((At the word "scholar," Lolotaru's eyes grow wide. Compelled, his right hand gets to writing.))
"Gripping the axe tightly, the Morbol bearing down on her position, Pentunia growled through her grin, 'I thought I'd find you here, you old bastard!'"
"Gripping the axe tightly, the Morbol bearing down on her position, Pentunia growled through her grin, 'I thought I'd find you here, you old bastard!'"