"So, you blew up the Elysium." Fredhardt stood with his arms crossed in front of his chest, giving Lory and Fargo an accusing look.
"It wasn't my fault!" Lory waved her hands, defending herself.
"It's their fault!" Fargo pointed at Clift and Jay, who were standing beside him.
"How else were we supposed to get you out before the Paladins and the entire Dolza military showed up to arrest you?" Clift scoffed.
"You should've planned better if you were going to sneak into the Elysium, old man," Jay added with a hint of criticism.
"I'm not old!" Fargo snapped. "And besides, it's his fault!" He jabbed a finger toward Stephan, who was lounging comfortably in a chair, sipping espresso without care.
Fredhardt rubbed his forehead in frustration. It was already done, and arguing about it wouldn't change anything.
"Whatever," he muttered. "We have a meeting with Mr. Albretch and the others to discuss..." he let out a long sigh, "...a lot of things."
