I, the slave boy, awaken with the most potent seed!!

Meanwhile, somewhere in the undercity, Zafron stood in an alley, hands in his pockets. He had heard a click, same one that happened before he fell through and entered hector's lair. As the trap door gave way beneath Zafron's feet, he found himself once again plummeting through the now-familiar twisting tunnel.

The smooth surface offered no purchase for his flailing hands, and he couldn't help but let out a yelp of surprise despite having been through this before.

[Oh, here we go again,] Calista chimed in, her tone a mix of amusement and exasperation. [One would think you'd have learned to stick the landing by now, my lord.]

Before Zafron could formulate a retort, he was unceremoniously deposited onto the cold, hard floor of Hector's lab.

Groaning, he pushed himself up, brushing off the dirt and grime that clung to his clothes.

As he raised his head, he half-expected to find himself face to face with ARIA, Hector's intimidating robotic assistant. Instead, he was greeted by an unusual sight.

Hector sat in a worn, overstuffed armchair that seemed comically out of place amidst the chaos of his lab.

The eccentric inventor was sipping from a steaming cup, his mismatched eyes - one human, one robotic - fixed on Zafron with an intensity that was both unnerving and familiar.

Off to the side, ARIA was hunched over what appeared to be a defunct machine, her metallic fingers working with inhuman precision as she tinkered with its inner workings.

The soft whir of her internal mechanisms provided a constant backdrop to the otherwise silent lab.

Zafron picked himself up, dusting off his clothes and trying to regain some semblance of dignity.

He couldn't help but feel a twinge of annoyance at Hector's nonchalant demeanor. Here he was, with potentially game-changing news, and the old man was having tea time.

[Now, now, my lord,] Calista interjected, sensing his irritation. [Let's not judge. Perhaps a nice cup of... whatever that is... helps fuel his particular brand of genius. Or madness.

The line does seem rather blurred with our dear Hector, doesn't it?]

Ignoring Calista's commentary, Zafron cleared his throat. "Hector, I-"

"Why are you here, boy?" Hector interrupted, his tone sharp but not unkind. He took another sip from his cup, steam curling around his wizened features.

Zafron blinked, momentarily thrown off by the direct question. He had half-expected to have to wrangle Hector's attention away from some new invention or wild theory. This focused version of the inventor was... unsettling.

"I... I've found it. I mean, It was all thanks to that lady friend of mine, Matilda" Zafron said, unable to keep the excitement from his voice. Hector appeared confused as he remained silent watching Zafron bounce with excitement.

Zafron sighed seeing the man had no clue what he was talking about. "The cart. I've finally tracked it down, and I think I can get access to it soon."

Hector's eyebrows shot up, his robotic eye whirring as it adjusted its focus. "Well, well," he murmured, setting his cup down on a precariously balanced stack of books. "That is news indeed. And the staff?"

Zafron's excitement dimmed slightly. "That's... still a problem. I haven't been able to get Raxus's staff."

Hector nodded slowly, his fingers steepled beneath his chin. "I see."

For the next few minutes, Hector and Zafron bounced ideas back and forth. Zafron suggested everything from elaborate heists to trying to replicate the staff's power, while Hector or Zafron poked holes in each plan with infuriating ease.

All the while, ARIA continued her work in the background, her movements a constant reminder of the passage of time.

After some moments, Hector's eyes narrowed, his robotic eye whirring softly. "....The only way you're going to get your hands on that staff is if Raxus chooses to give it to you himself."

Zafron frowned, confusion evident on his face. "What are you saying? Why would Raxus ever willingly give up his staff?"

Hector leaned forward, a gleam in his mismatched eyes. "Raxus has a fighter," he said, his voice low and intense. "Goes by the name of Mando. He hasn't fought in years, been lurking in the shadows. But word is, he's itching for a worthy opponent."

Zafron's eyes widened as understanding dawned. "You think we could arrange a match?"

Hector nodded, a sly grin spreading across his face. "More than that. We get Raxus to stake his staff on the outcome. If you win, the staff is yours."

Zafron felt a surge of excitement, quickly followed by a wave of doubt. "But why would Raxus agree to that? He'd need some kind of incentive, something equally valuable to stake against his staff."

Hector's grin widened, taking on a predatory edge that made Zafron distinctly uncomfortable. "Oh, I think we have something that might pique his interest. Or rather... someone."

It took Zafron a moment to catch Hector's meaning, but when he did, he felt his blood run cold. "Matilda? You want me to stake Matilda?"

Hector shrugged, seemingly unbothered by Zafron's horrified expression. "She's beautiful, powerful. Raxus would jump at the chance to add her to his... collection."

Zafron felt a surge of anger and disgust. "Absolutely not," he said, his voice hard. "We're not trading people like... like commodities. Besides why would he give up his staff for a random woman he doesn't even know? I don't think it's strong enough of a motivation!

There has to be another way."

[Well, well,] Calista interjected, her tone a mix of approval and surprise. [Look who's developed a moral compass. I'm almost impressed, my lord.]

Zafron felt heat rise to his cheeks, "We'll find another way," he repeated firmly. "Something else to offer that doesn't involve treating people like bargaining chips."

Hector opened his mouth to argue, but before he could speak, a series of urgent beeps filled the lab. The old inventor's head snapped around, his body tensing as he lunged for a nearby console.

Zafron watched, bewildered, as Hector's fingers flew across the controls, his expression a mix of excitement and intense concentration. After a moment, Hector let out a whoop of triumph.

"What is it?" Zafron asked, curiosity overcoming his lingering anger. "What's happening?"

Hector turned to him, his eyes gleaming with a manic light. "The barrier," he said, his voice breathless with excitement. "It's been opened. Recently."

Zafron frowned, not understanding the significance. "Okay... and that's good because...?"

Hector dropped his cup and started explaining.

"The barrier that keeps us trapped in the Undercity," Hector explained, his words coming fast and eager, "it's not just a wall. It's more like... a membrane. Flexible, adaptable."

"It's easier for things to come in than to go out. But every time something passes through..."

"...it weakens the barrier. Just a little, mind you, and only for a short time. But it's enough. If we're quick, if we're smart, we might just have a chance to slip through before it seals up completely again."

Zafron leaned against Hector's cluttered workbench, his brow furrowed with concern. "Hector, how long do we have before the barrier regains its strength?"

The eccentric inventor stroked his chin, his mismatched eyes unfocused. "Hmm... roughly a few days, I'd wager. Give or take."

"And if we don't get the staff before the week ends?" Zafron pressed, anxiety creeping into his voice.

Hector let out a dry chuckle. "Well, then we'll have to pray to all the gods that another poor sod gets arrested topside. That'd weaken the barrier again." His expression turned serious. "But listen, boy. Whatever happens, you need to hurry up and find that staff. Time's not on our side."

Zafron nodded grimly, the weight of their predicament settling heavily on his shoulders. "I'm working on it, Hector. Believe me, I'm working on it."

[Well, isn't this a delightful turn of events,] Calista chimed in, her tone dry but with an undercurrent of excitement. [Nothing like a ticking clock to really spice things up. I do so love a good race against time, don't you, my lord?]

Zafron barely heard her, his mind already racing with plans and possibilities.

As he turned to leave, Hector called out one last time. "Remember, boy. Time is of the essence now. Whatever it takes, whatever you have to do... don't hesitate. Freedom is within our grasp.

Don't let it slip away."