>>6129372<span class="mu-g">…</span>
“…which is when we realized that the ‘Night Knight’ wasn’t ACTUALLY a ghost!”
“No way!” <span class="mu-g">you</span> gasp, genuinely enthralled by Frederich’s recounting of his first adventure, even if he’s seemingly only doing so because you have him <Charmed>.
“Yes way!” he exclaims, no less boisterous for the artificiality of his enthusiasm. “He was just so middle-aged man trying to cover up an art forgery!”
“So, like… he wasn’t magic at ALL?”
“Well, no,” Frederich backtracks. “He was still AMGUCI. Or the armour was, anyway. It was enchanted for speed and mobility, which is how he was able to get around so quickly. That was also his downfall, though: he was still just as noisy and heavy, so we had Norville and Maladoo lure him over this carpet we’d used to hide a CLASSIC trap door, and while they could run over it without setting it off, he set it off and fell right in!”
“So…” you furrow your brow. “Not a ghost, then? “Cause ghosts don’t weigh anything.”
“Uh, no,” Frederich says, enthusiasm dulled slightly by the need to reiterate. “Not a ghost.”
“Like, and thank the Gods Above for that!” says the green-attired ‘Norville’, accompanied by a nod of the big, jowly head of that weirdly-eerie ‘Maladoo’, the dog.
“I don’t know about that,” counters the pudgier girl in the orange outfit and glasses. “Just once, it might be nice to find a REAL ghost or other undead or demonic creature. Imagine what we could learn?”
“There’s more glory in it, for sure,” Frederich agrees, ‘and I’d get to sue my salt-circle trap! Patent pending.”
Your warty green skin crawls a little more than normal as they start talking about the ways to hunt down, trick, trap, and subsequently study a dark entity.
“I already know all I need to know,” states the brown-haired man, ‘Norville’ apparently,w ith crossed arms and eyes shut tight. “They’re BAAAAD news, man.”
“Rad,” barks the dog in a distorted imitation of his master. “Rad roos!”
“I guess these salamanders are good enough for now,” allows the glasses-girl. “You know, legends say that they look like dragons because they were made by the same evil gods.”
“Oh?” you say, looking back at the cage and at the creature lying still within it, fight extinguished. “Fer real? Then do you think that maybe—”
<span class="mu-r">“Hey, CZ, enough jawing! Get over here!”</span>
