Bab 1234: Explaining Everything (2)

"You're… you're actually serious," Silrat said as the biscuit he had been chewing slipped from his fingers, a dumbfounded look appearing on his face. He had settled comfortably into his cushion while listening to Replicus' narration, but now, he sat bolt upright.

"Yeah. I'm serious. I don't look it, but I was an undead minion at one point. A miner," the Progeny said.

Theurien barely managed to sip the fresh, cool beverage in his glass, an odd smile on his face.

He pressed his temples.

A series of questions and emotions burst forth from his mind, threatening to overwhelm his mental faculties, but right then, a cool, calming sensation floated through him. The glittery bits falling from the wings of the giant butterfly they were riding, caused all his tension to wash away.

He and Silrat sighed and they once again pressed against their cushions.

Silrat rubbed his chin vigorously. He had no words.