Vapor said to Sylis, "I'm with him, you, they and them," He said, pointing to White Gear, Sylis, a rock and a tree.
"....O...K...." Sylis responded.
"Don't worry about it. They're good people."
"...."
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A scarecrow was walking through the woods.
It heard a noise. A big noise. It looked around. Nothing.
Nothing Visible, that is.
Another noise.
Ven was highly suspicious now. "Alright. Whoever you are, show yourself. Or hear yourself. You'll wake the dead."
A dragon materialised.
In a deep, horrible voice it said,
"You have something sorcerous about you. As if you are undead." Unfazed, Ven said, "Not exactly. I'd say unliving. What are you doing here?"
Silence.
"Are you battling someone? I heard on the pumpkin vine there be something wicked around here. It's een a dull week, I'll help."
Mysius glared.
"Good."