[Meanwhile, way, waaaaaaay far off through the trees, there stands a Galra. Specifically, a Galra stands upon his own front porch. In one hand, he is holding the best steampunk binoculars this world has to offer. In the other, he is holding a cup of coffee.
Whyyyyyyyyy is Zarkon's witch on his lawn.
Despite the flickering purple light that indicates his own nerves having just been wildly set off, Kolivan heaves a sigh as though this is merely a minor annoyance and continues to watch. His appreciation for coffee is so great now that not even his feelings about this latest development can ruin it. He will go and untactfully send the Paladins into another hideous neurotic tizzy after he has finished his cup and not a second sooner. In the meantime, better keep watching. It's good to have intel for these things.
A driveby not-here "A" from hiatusland
Whyyyyyyyyy is Zarkon's witch on his lawn.
Despite the flickering purple light that indicates his own nerves having just been wildly set off, Kolivan heaves a sigh as though this is merely a minor annoyance and continues to watch. His appreciation for coffee is so great now that not even his feelings about this latest development can ruin it. He will go and untactfully send the Paladins into another hideous neurotic tizzy after he has finished his cup and not a second sooner. In the meantime, better keep watching. It's good to have intel for these things.
Siiiip.]