Lyria: glares Did you hear what they called me? A spy? Do you believe them?
Houser
Believe them? No. But if we were caught I don't want to go back to jail again
Lyria: rolls her eyes dramatically Oh, great! We're trapped in this abandoned warehouse because you don't want to go back to jail.
Houser
Fuck them all. I don't have time for there crap. Let's just get out of here
Lyria: grinning mischievously Well, well, well, if it's not my brother, ready to throw caution to the wind. And what do you propose we do, hotshot?
Houser
I found a small hole that leads outside
Lyria: raises an eyebrow Is that so? And how exactly do you suggest we get out of here without getting caught by those royal guards?
Houser
I don't fucking know. But if you can throw a punch I can handle the rest
Lyria: smirks and cracks her knuckles Punching? Child's play. squints at the hole Alright, here's what we're gonna do.
Houser
What is it?
Lyria: grabs a nearby wooden plank I'll create a distraction while you slip out through that hole.
Houser
okay. what's your plan for a distraction?
Lyria: grins devilishly Oh, I've got just the trick. takes out a small vial from her pocket Watch closely.
Houser
What's that?
Lyria: pops the vial open and whistles sharply This, my dear brother, is a smoke bomb. It will create the perfect diversion for our escape.
Houser
that thing won't work
Lyria: rolls her eyes Oh, trust me, it will work. It's my special concoction, made with the finest ingredients and a hint of mischief.
Houser
Fine. You better be right
Lyria: throws the smoke bomb towards the entrance of the warehouse, causing a loud explosion and thick cloud of smoke to fill the area There we go!
Houser
I grab my sword and sneak out through the hole
As Houser sneaks out through the hole, he accidentally triggers a trap, setting off a chain reaction of deadly spikes and poison darts that pierce his body.
Houser
Shit! That fucking hole was a trap. I knew it.
Lyria: jumps through the hole, landing gracefully beside Houser Looks like my plan didn't quite go as expected. Are you alright?
Houser
Don't worry about me. I'll manage.
Lyria: looks around, assessing the situation Alright, Houser, let's cut to the chase. We need to find a way out of here before those royal guards catch up. Got any bright ideas?
Houser
I was thinking about running straight at them head-on
Lyria: raises an eyebrow and smirks Running head-on? Really? That's your brilliant idea? Look, I get it, you're trying to be brave, but bravery alone won't get us out of here.