"Can I help you?" The man responded in a shrill, almost otherworldly voice, "Help me? No, why would you help somebody like me? Hey you!!" The man spoke his last few words while spinning towards the back of the guild hall, where yet another look-alike was hanging from one of the support beams with one of his hands digging into the wood like it was as soft as butter.

	"Yes, me?" It responded, looking to the other look-alike that had entered earlier.

	"Am I bothering myself? What is it?" He responded.

	"Over here!" The man in front of Felix shouted.

	"Over there?"

	"Over where? Where I am?"

	"Yes! Where you are!"

	At this point, most of the adventurers in the hall had grown silent, observing the peculiar triplets that were scattered throughout the hall. Durwith rose from his seat, along with Lorges, and eyed the intruder carefully. "Felix, get back," He mumbled, drawing one of his two mighty hammers. The white-haired masked man tilted his head to one side curiously. 

	"Oh? He's not here," The man paused pointing to one of his identical brothers, "for you or you!" He finished, pointing at both of the Dwarves. "Or perhaps they are? For all of you, we are!"