Minion perked up with the other beings response, “You are a person! I’ve never run into much out in the lake before, which always confused me considering the historical rumors around the lake, but Sir always says-”
Oh, he was doing it again. He really was horrible at the villainous secrets thing. Minion was just far too helpful of a fish.
“-Anyway, Minion, hench-fish extraordinaire,” he informed the new being, “You?”
“Vink zo?” Interesting, hearing that from someone he wasn’t familiar with, but in this case Azlariel supposed it made sense.
Which most of that speech, in his opinion, didn’t entirely, but he was able to keep up with it, mulling the information over while answering. “Azlariel.” he answers shortly, taking a chance to carefully examine the stranger. “Hench-‘izh?” is his question after that, trying his best to pronounce the term correctly.
“I find it preferable to henchmen. The term is hardly accurate,” Minion chuckled, “It means I’m the muscle so to speak,” he flexed his robotic bulk. He’d spent so long in various large suits that he’d grown to think of them as an extension of himself. As much who he was as his own scales.
“Do you fish here too?” he bobbed in his tank, “The area seems quite good for it from the haul I’ve been pulling in so far,” he never netted one place for long. Both to avoid suspicion and overfishing.
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