"He didn't elaborate on the threats, just said they exist. I've already decided I'm going to fight them." Answered Sam. "Yeah though, strangers in a strange land seems to be the name of the game. But I think the fact that we're all perfect strangers means that we're safe to trust one another. After all, nobody has anything to really gain from having information on the others."

"That's why," Sam said, stepping back. "In the interest of full transparency, I'm going to show you my power. You seem like the self-assured sort that won't freak out, but just in case; a man with an owl head is about to appear. Just give me three, two, one..."

He closes his eyes as he counts down and a sort of blurry bubble seems to envelope him, rapidly expending outward until it engulfs everything before quickly fading. When Sam opens his eyes the Owlman is standing clearly in front of Fafnir, head down and arm extending in a sweeping bow toward the man. "This is my monster hunting partner, The Owlman." he explains. 

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