Thread:Crowsoul50/@comment-33229352-20190408050855/@comment-33229352-20190416024802

Ishmael's expression soured as soon as the dealer god fell through the portal. Orphos was one of the few people that he openly expressed his dislike for. He wanted him in his domain about as much as he wanted to run a marathon barefoot on LEGOs. Still, perhaps Orphos could provide insight. "For sake of time, I'm going to cut right to the chase. Do you know where the Masked Ones are?" Orphos merely shrugged. "Dunno. Couldn't tell you if I wanted to. Rumor has it that they've got a little outpost nearby. Wouldn't hurt to look, I guess." He looked over at Galaxian. "It seems like all you ever do is ask questions."