Frey
"Well this would be a grand place for a sauna, don't you think?"
Frey's voice is all around the cavern as much as it's murmuring intimately against Talyson's ear, and even the not!Balrog grunts and glances up at the sound of a godly presence.
Which is probably not the best idea, because it means that the unseen force that thwacks against the back of its skull (kind of like someone smacking it across the head) throws it forward a bit, and with a POP! - except not really, have you seen a not!Balrog? - its glittering eye is knocked from the socket.
It goes bouncing across the platform with a strange, metallic sound.
"There you are, sugarplum," Frey sings, and with a cool wash of air, they are gone again.
Frey's voice is all around the cavern as much as it's murmuring intimately against Talyson's ear, and even the not!Balrog grunts and glances up at the sound of a godly presence.
Which is probably not the best idea, because it means that the unseen force that thwacks against the back of its skull (kind of like someone smacking it across the head) throws it forward a bit, and with a POP! - except not really, have you seen a not!Balrog? - its glittering eye is knocked from the socket.
It goes bouncing across the platform with a strange, metallic sound.
"There you are, sugarplum," Frey sings, and with a cool wash of air, they are gone again.
