“Right, right, I mean it’s no skin off our noses, yeah? We’ll get our money whatever happens next. It’s just, well, I was expecting something a little more—”
A peal of thunder echoed through the building, the foundations trembling as Caim was all but thrown from his feet, his vast bulk staggering backwards towards the polished bar.
Dust filtered down from the ceiling in the wake of the explosion, a membrane of drifting plaster flakes settling over the polished wood of the bar.
Kitten Puke shot him a sour look.
“That exciting enough for you?” she snapped angrily. “Go and check on the others.”
He nodded swiftly, his feathers ruffled even as he bit back a sharp reply of his own.
“And find out what the hell that was!” she shouted after him as he darted away, his pronged feet carrying him quickly across the carpet despite his bulk.