Atticus ended up inviting Whisker into his room.
Although the room had been carved into a tree, it was surprisingly spacious, a fact that caught even Whisker off guard.
"Damn," Whisker whistled, eyes wide as he took in the luxurious interior. "I'm not gonna lie, I really wasn't expecting this. These Evolari people are rich, huh."
Still in his pig form, Whisker waddled around the room on his tiny legs, head turning every which way as he gawked like someone who had never seen wealth in his life.
Atticus narrowed his eyes, watching him calmly. After a few seconds, he spoke up. "Are you done?"
"Just a few more seconds!" Whisker replied, his eyes lighting up as he approached the expensive-looking standing lamp by the bedside, examining it with surprising focus.
"Wow," he muttered. "That beauty I saw during the banquet, Jenera, right? Yeah, Jenera. She must be loaded."
He turned towards Atticus with gleaming eyes. "What do you think? Is she looking for a sugar boy?"
