Chapter 107
"Help him?" I gestured at them, lifting my brows in confusion. "Man’s got at least three hundred levels on her. She doesn’t even have a third class. What’s she going to do that he doesn’t want happening?"
Pokora stared at me for a second, "Sorry, that last sentence made no sense at first," she shook her head, "Yeah, forgot about his level. Anyway, we... well, found him."
I unashamedly stared at the giantess tongue-choking the catboy from the other side of the room.
"Don’t Tigea have, you know," I turned to Pokora, a little concerned at something. I pointed at my mouth, "Spiky tongues?"
"I... don’t really know, to be honest," she looked like she had a small moment of enlightenment. "Would they have... you know," she gave a weak shrug. "The same down there?"
I gave it a good thinking. Though I’m not squeamish, picturing that gave me the shivers.
"Should we interrupt?" Pokora sounded a bit unsure. "I don’t want to ruin the moment."
I shrugged, not sure myself, "You know more about the social gymnastics of this world compared to me, Pokora." I nudged her shoulder with my elbow, "I’ll follow your lead. What’s the worst that can happen, anyway?"
She groaned, "She’ll bow to you and say, ’I’m sorry, Your Excellency. I didn’t know he was your man’. Or something along those lines... maybe. Add to that the accent of whatever language Goliaths speak."
My brain itched at the absurdity of her words. Then cringed at the possibility of that happening. I sighed and shrugged, "No way. You’re too imaginative."
"I’m what?" she sounded a bit offended.