Overpowered Wizard

Foodie and her kidnapper were stunned into silence by the preposterous words of the drider. Then again, she was probably more stunned. She was recovering from a concussion, after all.

She had to second guess herself on what Ekri the Tailor was saying before realizing the drider was being his usual weird self.

Once her hazy vision cleared, she saw Ekri was wearing a crisp three-piece suit of brown and beige coloring. His high-quality shoes were polished to a fine finish, and so were the necklaces and the eight-legged brooch on the left side of his suit collar.

With all six arms folded behind him, Ekri smiled, his dark eyes glinting, his spider fangs moving separately inside of his mouth.

He stood like a dressed up and pale-skinned oddity, like someone who was misplaced in the wrong setting. The backdrop of stone forests, ancient statues, autumn-colored hedges, and eroded fortresses with winding river-moats didn’t seem to fit him.

Granted, this was the first time Foodie had seen Ekri outside of Castle Grimrock.

“What are you doing here?” Foodie blurted while preparing to pull out a knife from her pocket kitchen.

“Serving the will of milady, of course,” Ekri said, his hands unfolding from behind him to gesture casually. “She’s being radically different now. I dare say she’s lost her concerns along with a few parts of herself. Thus, she’s giving me more freedom! Ha! I didn’t even mean to say that pun! That’s how out of sorts everything is.”

King Rithos tensed up. His grip on Foodie’s wrist tightened.