Zodyl was sitting on a broken bucket, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees and his face in his hands. Zodyl sighed irritably, his head pounding before he felt someone's presence behind him. He turned.

Jabber was leaning against the door with somebody standing in front of him. The person had their head tipped, eyebrows slightly creased upward with a somewhat shy expression.

Found someone who wanted to speak to ya boss

Jabber smirked before walking off, humming a tune down the hallway and Zodyl huffed quietly.

What is it?

Zodyl asked, massaging his temples irritably