“What happened to all of you?” Trelon asked, straightening up from where he and Zoran were talking after returning to the chairs. “You – smell very sweet,” he added with a wrinkle of his nose.
“That’s what happens when you get eaten by a plant,” Vox growled, walking funny as the slime ran down the inside of his pants. “This stuff better not cause problems with my c**k or I swear there’ll be another war.”
Zoran and Trelon chuckled. “We’ll ask Dola the next time we see her,” Zoran promised.
They all turned as Creon, Mandra, Ha’ven and Kelan walked up. All four men were drenched to the skin. Trelon sniffed. It smelled like they might have been a little singed as well.
“Did you guys go swimming?” He asked in surprise.
“Thunderstorm,” Creon and Mandra muttered, walking by the men and climb
