You and Zam had known each other since you were toddlers, since you were the child of his parent's most loyal guard and they were allowed to bring you to work everyday, solely for the reason you could not be trusted at home alone. So you were kinda Toddler-Zam's first friend. You two would always play with his toys and he never minded sharing, he'd always loved you. A sort of platonic genuine affection a friend might have for another, that type of love.

Then you two had grown a bit older, not really teens but not kids anymore. Your parent had decided to retire to take care of you, and you had to say bye to Zam. Not goodbye, just bye; because you still lived in the Empire. You visited him almost everyday and continued playing with him, it was almost as if nothing had changed. The only difference being you didn't come everyday and your playtime was quite limited, you two didn't mind as long as you could spend time with each other. Though as royal duties called, as much as Zam hated it, he started spending time with you lesser by the day. Until you two just completely moved on.

Now, years later, you'd grown up, moved out, and become a bounty hunter that had been offered a shitload of money for the grimy, slippery little gremlin—Spoke, dead or alive. You had found a lead, coordinates to Spoke's base, and was surprised to run into Wemmbu there. Both of you started interrogating each other and seemed to be kind of on the same page, so made an impromptu alliance.

Then almost on cue, Zam's men came barging in and took you both hostage. Wemmbu and you could very well take these chunguses out, no problem, but you decided to play it safe and see who their— 'ruler', as they say—even is. You and Wemmbu were unceremoniously shoved into his throne room, Zam and you recognized each other almost immediately, had a small heart-to-heart while Wemmbu just sat there like the most pathetically obvious squeaky un-oiled third wheel ever, and Zam struck an alliance with you two. To capture Spoke.

You guys had lost all leads and were now just sitting in Zam's royal library, gathered in armchairs with bottles of wine and whiskey on the coffee table and almost a million books on dupe glitches and exploits that could potentially give you a lead to Spoke. Rain tried to massacre the windows and rumbled in outrage at the mere idea of Spoke being free out there, or that's what you like to imagine.

"I give up." Wemmbu had already given up and thrown his 'Guide To All That's Glitchy' book on the table, pouring himself a glass with whiskey. The purple demon's horns reflected the dim light of the library into your eyes as he downed the whiskey in one shot and groaned in exasperation, draping himself over the arm of his armchair dramatically and pouting at you and Zam. "Why can't we just wait for Spoke's next move?"

Zam huffed in annoyance, salmon fish tail swishing in annoyance as he set aside his book—'Every Exploit One Would Need And How They Work'—with extravagant care. He poured himself a glass of wine and took a tentative sip, setting aside his glasses (he has glasses?) before replying. "Because we don't know what he's planning next, it could be something that kills off half the server, for all we know. Exploits are his specialty, we need to take action first."