Things weren't going along as he'd hoped, and Nono was fuming in his room. There was no pushback against the Paladins, something fun he'd hoped for. No mass revolt against the Blades. He kicked the bed, a move an insolent child would and sat down on the mattress, cupping his hand in his chin as he pondered his next move.
He was no closer to finding Ruru and it irritated him. He held his hand out in front of him and popped small bursts of flame above his palm. The dancing fire was small, just a tease of what he typically unleashed. The dark arts had always tempted him, and he enjoyed the flames.
Snapping his palm closed, he extinguished the flame and nodded. He needed to get back to it, and that meant heading back to the Quicksand.
He was no closer to finding Ruru and it irritated him. He held his hand out in front of him and popped small bursts of flame above his palm. The dancing fire was small, just a tease of what he typically unleashed. The dark arts had always tempted him, and he enjoyed the flames.
Snapping his palm closed, he extinguished the flame and nodded. He needed to get back to it, and that meant heading back to the Quicksand.
