A pig like figure with a pudgy frame walked calmly through a path of blue.
'Damn, these folks really love blue, huh.'
Whisker gazed around the large hall with a battled expression. The pillars, the walls, even the ceiling, blue. He couldn't help but wonder if he'd walked into some cult that worshipped the color.
'Someone really needs to open their eyes to more colors. Hmm… could be a nice business venture.'
He scratched his chin, already cooking up ideas.
"Hue Hustle: Selling Color to the Chromatically Deprived."
The tagline…
"We bring rainbows to your sad little skies."
"Who are you!"
Whisker frowned, his tusks shifting slightly. He was starting to get annoyed.
The ones who'd spoken were Zorvan guards, stationed before a massive swirling portal that glowed ominously, also blue. No surprise there.
The guards were cloaked in blue from head to toe: blue skin, gleaming blue armor, even the straps and runes etched into their gear.
