When Theus returned to the cave beneath the manor, he found it as lively as the steam chamber of a Type II Engine. The banshees' arguments were even louder than boiling water bubbling away.
"They're gathered together—that's the perfect opportunity. All we need is one charge to scatter them, and then it'll just be a simple hunt."
"Kill!"
"No, at least consider where they are. That place is too far from us; even the Mind Link can't reach it. And remember, they brought those monsters with them this time."
"Kill!"
"You mean those long, snake-like things? Honestly, I think they're more like another form of Pollution. Do you remember those polluted beasts beneath the Abyssal Trench?"
"There really are monsters?" "Look at the group chat first, there are pictures." "That thing isn't a polluted beast, is it? It looks completely different."
"Kill!"
"It's fine. We have nitroglycerin. As long as the yield is big enough, all of this will be easy to deal with." "But nitroglycerin isn't very stable underwater. It'll explode from the slightest bump. Look at Nini's tail, it's practically bald..." "Waaah, waaah."
"Kill... Lord, what are you doing here?"
Monica, clad in heavy armor and carrying all six of her weapons, was dragged aside by Theus.
"Stop talking about killing for a second. What are you doing?"
Theus rubbed his temples. He had just tried to follow the banshees' conversation, only to find that he simply couldn't keep up. They were talking out loud while chatting in the group at the same time; private chats and small groups were being created faster than he could even read them, while their six hands constantly gestured and signed.
Theus finally understood why they were capable of reaching a unified decision in an instant. With their arguing skills, they could