"Guah!!"
In the farther reaches of the unknown, much closer to Sol and the others than to the Nexus a man pale in complexion with serrated teeth, gills across his neck and seven thick tentacles of pulsating flesh with bulbous tips hanging wavily from the back of his head yelped, springing to his feet and grabbing his arm.
His black eyes rapidly scanned the room he was in, locking on to the seven women of different species inside of the large cold pool with him before he took a breath. "What in the emperor just happened, was he serious?" He asked, raising his crooked noseless face and humming as his gills flapped inhaling sharply while his lips peeled back.
"Sol Vestic, was he bluffing, did he truly...?" He asked himself quietly as he began to slowly pace around the edge of the pool forcing the women to go to the middle.
"Master?"
