“You fools! How long have we waited for this? How calm does she have to be? Why can’t we use stronger doses of the elixir to speed this up? I did not spend years planning this to see it fail. There has to be…” she waved her hand impatiently above her shoulder. A metallic voice cut her off.
“…something we can do. I’ve been saying so all week, Madam. These…fools, your highness, have not a single shred of evidence our young friend has the ability to locate the item. We have collected enough data, however, to return to the previous location, and perhaps we should start from there!”
The wispy voice had emerged from the speaker on the wall. Esmé shrugged cynically and turned her gaze back to the window, her fists clenched.
“Your highness, if I may, what are we to do, then?”
A short man emerged from the antechamber and made his way towards the table, fingering his leather pouch. His voice sounded oddly the same through the speaker and in person.
“What? Humphrey, you dimwit! You are the cause of this! You are the one we should be looking to for a plan right now! There is a reason I had this facility built, and you certainly proved you couldn’t handle it properly! And that is precisely the reason you are now navigating this wreck! You can’t handle things!”
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