After a moment or an eternity spent in the void between, Orell had solid Netherworld rock underneath his boots again.
He had left both the Minions and Richard behind in the burrow; the former he could trust with not misbehaving in his absence, all of them had spent some of their time in the forest already and were unlikely to get the attention of any dangerous creatures by being unnecessarily loud or chasing after small animals. The latter... the latter had saved his life. He should stop worrying about that shady adventurer. But if Richard did have any sinister plans after all, there were more than enough Minions left to stop him.
“This way, Master,” Gnarl gesticulated into the direction of the throne.
“Does anyone know how this happened?”
“Unfortunately, no. But if her babbling is to be trusted, she got in through the Minion Gates, somehow. I'm sure she will sing once dangling above the Abyss.”
The moment Orell sat down on the throne, the trespasser