50
Lincoln
Myla and I enter the feasting hall. It’s another space very much like our chambers, only far larger. Once again, there’s a lot of green everything as well as questionable use of window treatments. Sadly, the meal consists of more deep fried moon dreamers.
Myla sets her napkin over her bug bowl. I don’t blame her.
“I’ll just sit here,” says Myla. “That way, I can work hard on not killing anyone.”
“Excellent plan,” I state. “I’ll speak with Spivey.” I nod toward a far corner of the feasting hall where the demon in question paws at the wallpaper.
“Good luck.”
When it comes to Whinus demons, your best bet is to be direct and quick. That’s why I make a beeline for Spivey’s spot.
“Greetings, Spivey.”
“Ugh.” Spivey drops his hands from the wallpaper. “I almost caught a spider.
