Fine, you hiss through clenched, chattering teeth as you hug yourself for warmth, you’ll keep it simple then: Lutza! WHY?

The Mzz’goe’virr answers with a derisive laugh! “HAH! Yes, yes… you ARE the loser!”

N-no, you stammer, you asked about LUTZA-

“HUUUUUUH!?” Shouts the sorcerer as he blinks in confusion, “SPEAK UP! IT’S WINDY OUT-wait, hang on.”

The two of you duck below another structure. Yea, it IS really loud out here, isn’t it? A-anyways, you sigh as you give your question one more try, WHY. DO. THEY. WANT. LUTZA!?

“OH! THE GIRL!” Exclaims the enchanter! “Yes, she’s integral to our plans!”

WHY-wait, hang on…

One LIMBO later you’re back in the conversation! Why is she integral!?

“Is it not obvious?!” Snarls the stalker!

… Her… her rack?
“Impressive indeed,” Nods the necromancer in assent, “But no! Her influence extends all over Zoral! Lutza is known in every home! Every barracks! Every seat of government in this world!” All six of his eyes narrow with wicked glee! “And with a few… modifications, she shall be the perfect agent for our dark work…” And just like that, his enthusiasm wanes. “... Or rather, she WOULD have, had our plan not been discovered.”

So they’re gonna destroy the train!? That sounds counterproduc-hold on!

“Thanks!” Mutters the Mzz’goe’virr after you’re both finished ducking! “And it matters not–our powers are great! We shall simply collect her corpse from the train’s wreckage and reanimate her into something FAR more malleable… a shame you and your meddlesome friends won’t be around to witness it!”

What if she gets, y’know… mulched? The necromancer blinks all of his eyes.

“... We brought a BUCKET!”

Damn, these guys thought of everything! Well congratulations, you conclude with a derisive laugh, they got caught! What’s the next step of their MASTER PLAN?

“Crashing this train…” Sneers the mage as you hear energy crackle in his claws, “With no survivors!”

He blinks.

“Well, WE’LL survive, of course. That’d be a dumb plan otherwise.” Regaining his menace, the wizard takes a few steps closer. “The destruction of the Skyrail shall keep our existence secret to our foes… and serve as a distraction while we regroup in Umberal!”

He keeps–ope, duck!

“... You were saying?”

Right, thanks! He keeps saying ‘we’... what does he mean by that?

“HA!” Laughs the kidnapper, “Wouldn’t YOU like to know?”

Yea, you would, actu-

“A rhetorical question!”

Oh.

“One that you can mull over for eternity… in the AFTERLIFE!” Throwing his head back in manic laughter, the energy building up in the Mzz’goe’virr’s claws grows to a magnitude where you can feel it on your skin!

“The wards are set, brother!”

えええええええええ?!

>CONTD.