"Do you understand what I'm telling you now!" Torrac howled inside the administrator chambers.
The chamber around them didn't feel like a room so much as a cut-out section of reality, boxed and suspended. Blue-lit edges, cold geometry, and the faint hum of systems that were older than most worlds' histories.
Torrac's voice tore through it anyway, sharp enough to make even the air feel offended. He hovered, twitchy and bright-eyed, like an animal that had been cornered too many times and decided the only response left was violence.
"Calm down, little rabbit," Boar spoke. "Have you not seen Dragon being calm, he is the one who decided on the contract in the first place."
Boar's voice had weight. Not loud, not dramatic, just heavy enough that it landed and stayed. It carried that tone of someone who'd seen tantrums from smaller beings for centuries and had long since stopped respecting them.
