[Gallagher]

It was a long twenty years, or some other unbearable amount of time, before Gambooge was finally finished cleaning up inside the mesmer's house. Which, of course, just left the lumbering lummox keeping guard outside. And unfortunately for him, Bag was much less likely to cooperate than an overpriced rug.

Really, it was just his luck that right when he was finished washing the damn thing out, and utterly soaked from head to toe to the point that his shoes squeaked when he moved, right then was when Syrgei would decide to come strolling on back. Not when he might have been able to help. Not when Gamby had recovered from this entire ordeal and managed to get himself looking less ridiculous. Nope. Nothing convenient like either of those.

"She's still inside," he called to the approaching thief, decidedly not pouting as he refused to look the man's way. "How'd your little field-trip go?"