"If you say so. How do you even fire the thing, anyways?"
Jaspar nods, securing the strap on his back and swinging it onto his back. He leads the way out of the room, retrieving his staff from the corner before going out the door. Their path leads them to the edge of the village, and the clucking and squawking of gukko grow louder as the two approach their destination. A single gukko sits ready on the platform, its tamer squinting at the setting sun beside it. He turns, nodding gruffly to the both of them.
"There you are. I was just about to pack up for the night. You two ready?" Jaspar nods, turning to Ilza to check her reaction.
The elevator descends, bringing the two back to the empty plaza below. Kiva leads the way from there, never quite looking back to meet Morrus's eyes. After a short jaunt through the city's tangled mess of streets, Kiva comes to a stop in front of an elegant wooden tower. He opens the door, motioning for Morrus to move inside.
Pheore shrugs, tracing her free hand across her lips as she ducks under the slash. She lunges forward, moving to ram into his legs.