"A cry for help?"
Zog breathed out a small jet of flame, re-crisping the potato chip in his claw.
He popped it into his mouth and wiped his claws.
The climate in Twin Tower City was a little too humid; if you left chips out for even a little while, they'd go soft.
"What about the Magic Crystal Stone?" Zog asked curiously.
'Logically, the bandit gangs in the Northern Domain shouldn't be a threat to Figxin. She's a highly skilled Barbarian Professional, and she has a high-level Zete Mage with her, even if he isn't good at combat.
Besides, she's a Princess of the Sutton Kingdom. With her own Personal Guard and resources, even if she couldn't take on another professional army, how could she possibly lose to a bunch of poorly equipped bandits?
With that kind of status, as long as she didn't try to wipe out all the nobles in the Northern Domain, they wouldn't dare touch her.
