Chapter Eight-Induction
"Come on Demi! She's not that bad once you get to know her." PopeMercutio wheedled.
"Epic Warriors of Gold doesn't need rabble like her!" Demi retorted.
"Come on Demi! Just give her a try! Please, she's all sad and stuff and I want her to be happy!"
Upon hearing this, Shaddowzz slapped Pope upside the head and screamed, "I am not sad and stuff!"
"Excuse me, you just tried to jump off of Teldrassil!"
"It's just a game!"
"Yea, but my repair bill is like heck because of you. Now you are going to join this guild and pay me back!"
With her eyes gleaming, Demetriss pipes back into the conversation, "What? What? She jumped off of Teldrassil, willingly? And you went after her Pope? Well, if it had been me I would have pushed her off and danced as she hit the water."
All look at Demetriss and Shaddowzz turns a shade of red to match her scarlet robes and challenges the night elf to a duel.
Before Demetriss can accept, Sambaa boots in and yells, "We are not gonna have this here. Demi, give her the blasted invitation or else that make up bag of yours is gonna go missing."
"Not my makeup, I need that stuff!"
"DEMI!"
With a sigh, Demetriss reluctantly invites the warlock. Eager to annoy the druid further, Shaddowzz accepts.