Gorchev: *snorts once more, quite irritated* Hrmph, dying by accidently launching that weapon into your face would be preferrable than that stick of poison. *He shakes then growls* Someone, go drag that Princess out here, NOW!
Sekhmet: *finally arrives at the meeting place. She narrows her eyes as she hears Gorchev’s words. She then hisses with irritation* What was that?
Gorchev: *twitches his ears upon seeing Sekhmet. He then scoffs and looks to the side* Finally, we can get going.
Seferia: *does her best to give him a grin* ~Kind gestures do not always mean that the one receiving them is in bad spirits.~ *she looks up* ~It’s time to go.~