>>24985937"Heheheheh...heh...w-what ever do you mean, s-sir?" you nervously ask while in the grasp of the plague doctors.
"ENOUGH OF YOUR LIP!" yells the Bone Keeper. "Your outburst just now says more than any of your lies ever could! Your falsehoods have never and WILL NEVER have an effect on me! I am a councilmon, it's my duty to know the identities of everyone in this town, I KNOW EVERYBODY, FROM EVERY RAT TO EVERY ARISTOCRAT!—'Calem Calemson: Economic Hermit'? ABSOLUTELY PREPOSTEROUS. I looked into the citizen registry one hundred times over as soon as the opportunity arose and the results were as I anticipated from the very beginning:
YOU ARE A FRAUD, AN OTHERWORLDLY INTERLOPER WHO WISHES TO ROB US OF OUR SIREN AND SEND US TO OUR GRAVES IN DOING SO!""W-Wait, no, you don't understand! It's not like that!"
"BUT... perhaps..." Garakaw mumbles, relenting somewhat (except not really). "...perhaps I give you too much credit.... in some ways, /some ways/, we're not at all different, you and I... You see, Mr. Calemson—if thats even your real name—you might say
that we're both hiding behind masks....""Your little Miser was right.. but for all the wrong reasons. Now his goose is cooked. All thanks to you."Garakaw moves to clutch at his head, the skull that was once a helmet that merged into his body upon evolution, or so it seems. "Mm.. That foolish quack and I share one major similarity as well.."
With one quick snap, he removes the false skull from his body,
only to reveal a completely identical skull underneath that serves as the real one."Holy shit!" you gasp at his true identity.
"Indeed... I am not only Councilmon Garakaw, Bone Keeper of Phil'erup. There is BUT ONE MORE PURPOSE I SERVE IN THIS WORLD. One far greater than you or anyone else will EVER truly comprehend.."
"One I must convey...
T H R O U G H I N T E R P R E T I V E D A N C E !" 