Wil lifted his right hand to rub the back of his neck only to quickly halt the movement when pain seared through his right shoulder. At least the injury to his right temple was only sluggishly bleeding now. He sighed and decided to start with a brief answer, hitting the highlights. Wil wasn't angry at Asphodel, he was just a little tense from the experience.
“Right, the short form.” He took a deep breath. “ Adam and I took the train. It went pear-shaped from there. Met a three-'eaded dog and a maniac dressed like a deposed king ooo'd been put through the wringer. 'e attacked us, Adam somehow threw seats at 'im, I'm bleeding from an 'ead wound, I might've dislocated my shoulder, but I managed to throw the guy off the train. When the train stopped, the platform started collapsing, trying to kill us, but it turned out to be an illusion.”
He smiled tightly. “And that is why we're late.”
“Right, the short form.” He took a deep breath. “ Adam and I took the train. It went pear-shaped from there. Met a three-'eaded dog and a maniac dressed like a deposed king ooo'd been put through the wringer. 'e attacked us, Adam somehow threw seats at 'im, I'm bleeding from an 'ead wound, I might've dislocated my shoulder, but I managed to throw the guy off the train. When the train stopped, the platform started collapsing, trying to kill us, but it turned out to be an illusion.”
He smiled tightly. “And that is why we're late.”