[Thanks, Sparks. Dylas rolls his eyes. He likes Hunk more when he's a not-so-hot mess. Dylas scratches his chest over his robe like there's a small speck of dust on him and not a soul inside of him. Well, whatever, it's dead.]

I'll figure out later. I can always ask someone at the guild. [The creepy underwater guild that no one likes.] If anything weird happens, you'll be the first I show.

[That's yet another not-quite-a-threat, but Dylas is pretty sure he'll be fine. He'll put it in a jar or something. He's about to get ready to slither back to the city before he accidentally feels a sense of camaraderie after their group effort (the worst case scenario), but then there's the Chocobo, and...

...what was that?]

What? What was that for? It doesn't like me or something does it?

[He sounds judgmental? Shit taste, Chocobo.]