Re: [Midboss: Crying Table] Halfway through floor 6
Reizo puffed away merrily on his cigarette, eyeing the group after the battle. They hadn’t done too bad, but what could he expect out of them, really? Good thing they had those freaky mind creatures with them. He flicked his cigarette away and sidled off towards the door. He was growing impatient, and after watching that frustrating fight, itchy to beat the shit out of something himself. Maybe he’d get in a few fights by himself if he was quick enough.
“Better not to let it drag on any longer,” was all he said before exiting through the door.