Something then flickered into Zylus's mind. He walked back towards Zarek, who lay on the floor, conscious, but extremely pained.
"Hey," Zylus called out. He crouched down to get eye to eye with Zarek, "Your last names Fross, right?"
The knight looked at both of them as the crowd went silent, attempting to overlook what had made Zylus come back.
"You only get two minutes," the guard interrupted, "two minutes to exchange words, unless you wish to kill him, of course."
Zylus gazed towards the guard, "No need, let me just have a word."
The knight nodded as he stepped back outside, with the fifth rank vomiting all over the floor.
Back inside the glass barrier…
"Uhhhhhh!" Mordain Avaris, the fifth rank, continuously vomited from the drinks he had carried as the women who clung onto him backed away disgustingly.
She ran into the tunnel behind them, afraid of getting any of that dirty puke onto her.
