Vargas grunted, eyeing Palefur in silence for a moment.
Ahh, but she couldn't know what it was that she asked--could she? And how much of this was his knowledge to give away? The last thing he wanted to do was to give the impression that they were fractured, of different minds... weak. And so he raised his voice, until his tone was booming: "Even but the smallest bickering between them has become, with their great power, the thundering of war! It would not do to get in their way."
He briefly considered his own words and decided that, yes, it seemed dramatic enough.
Now, then, to Garnet. His head swung toward the little creature, even as he moved to remove Palefur from his shoulder, if still she was there, and gently set her down with one hand. Solemnly, he spoke to Garnet. "I will return now with her stone, and guard Master Nemean's chrysalis. When she wakens, I will give this to her--as a gift. Perhaps it will appease her, and she will not see my lack of interference as betrayal." Could it be betrayal, anyway? Could refusing to stand up against one Master on behalf of another count as such-?
Vargas wasn't sure, and he sure as hell didn't want to find out. Clasping the orange gemstone in one six-fingered forelimb, he turned away.
"Get to know one another, if you wish. Or find me in Canis, should you need me. Bear my warning in mind, for I have no desire to see any of you turned to screaming rot." It was dourly-said, more additional threat than any sentimentality, and he waited for no response as he turned and stalked away.
exit Vargas, unless stopped?
@Garnet Five-Seven-Nine @Kera @Palefur
The champion didn't concern itself with the relations each Master held with one another - seeing as they, clearly, were of another level. It, instead, merely focused on the things that directly effected their survival; the Overseer's favor with Master Nemean, for one. Garnet bowed its head once in a nod. Retrieving the stone of her deceased servant might be enough to improve any poor standing.
In all honesty, it didn't blame the Overseer for not getting involved. Reduction to mere rot... the thought of it sent a chill rolling down its spine.
When the violet behemoth began to lumber away, Garnet Five-Seven-Nine glanced at its fellow servants, nodded once, and spread its wings. "I best be going," it chirped, and away it went. Off to complete its Overseer-given duty, really.
;exit garnet unless stopped