Ever the pragmatist, Toma calmed the audience and even offered Zephyr a chair. Rejecting its offer, however, the fiend stood towering over it with his eyes as hollow as ever. Frustration and fear were brewing within the assembly, and it wouldn't be long before someone broke and tried something stupid. With that in mind, the sage made the offer, or rather accepted it.
"As you say, we'll work towards your interest." Placing its hand on the table, Toma readied its heart to hear an uproar of dissent. "I will take you to Saint Majora, and we can discuss the rest of the details with him. What do you say?"
Curiosity bloomed in the fiend's heart at the suggestion, and although he wasn't done yet with his speech, he gave the sage a nod. Shifting his gaze to the raging woman beside Toma for a moment, he wondered whether he should simply kill her or keep her around, as she was amongst the first to greet them and was invested deeply in Glyea's ascension to the royal seat.
