Shennong dropped to his knees the moment they arrived, clutching his stomach and gagging violently.
"Urgh… blargh—! Why does it feel like I've been punched by space itself?" he groaned, spewing onto the floor beside Mandira's office carpet.
Mandira raised an eyebrow, arms crossed. "Weren't you supposed to be immune to teleportation? You're Shennong, the great dungeon master, aren't you?"
"Maybe warn me before you teleport next time," Shennong managed between heaves. "You just—blegh—ripped me out of solid ground!"
Mandira sighed, kneeling just far enough to not get her boots dirty. "Wait… weren't you teleporting just now? You appeared out of nowhere in front of the Maria's mansion."
Shennong spat to the side and wiped his mouth with his sleeve. "Teleporting? No. I don't teleport. I dig."
"…Dig?"
