The sewers were very quiet. The only sound was the faint rush of water passing through the pipes overhead, a mixture of solids and liquids, with plopping splashes at the pipes' right-angle bends.
Deathstroke waved a hand, signaling the fly girl to leave the room, then raised his voice slightly as he addressed the crowd.
"Anyone like her, anyone who fell asleep before four in the morning or got too wasted, can leave. This has nothing to do with you."
More than two hundred monsters quickly dwindled to barely over a dozen.
"You. Come over here. Since you didn't pass out, tell me what you remember after four." Su Ming scanned the remaining monsters and picked out a pig-headed Orc girl who looked relatively pleasing to the eye.
Whether Sorcerer Supreme was simply too intimidating a title or Strangle's rummaging through boxes was too frightening, the boar girl immediately dropped to her knees, as if she could not speak English while standing.
"Oink, oink, oink, oink."
As it turned out, she really could not speak English. She answered with a series of pig noises.
Su Ming sighed deeply, pinching the bridge of his nose as he turned to Shakara. "She can't even speak English, so she definitely isn't an Alien. But this isn't the time to study that. Translate what she said for me."
Shakara, seated nearby, picked up some makeup from the vanity to touch herself up. As she lined her lips, she said:
"She says she was awake, but after seeing Wade and me fall asleep, she went to sleep too. When she woke up at ten this morning, she discovered that the prince was gone."
"Fine. Anyone in the same situation, get out too."
Deathstroke kept waving them away. These underground races were all quite simple and