Muse stayed still for a long time, not sure what to say to his role-player companions about the dead body. It was horrifying, for sure - enough even to make him a little sick - so what was he supposed to say to comfort them? Unable to offer any kind words, all he could do was silently curse the man responsible. 

…That is, until the dead boy suddenly rematerialized in the air in front of them. 

Muse stiffened, now more speechless than he was before. Was this one of GM’s victims, or affiliates? His heart started beating faster as the role-players started asking about the madman above, and even the young boy who’d just fallen to his death called up to his master. 

“That dragon-rider’s dangerous!” Muse spoke up quickly to the group behind him, unsure as to what else to say as the creature above began its descent. “That’s the godmodder - the one whose clever idea it was to cause all this madness.” he retorted. 

“Didn’t expect you to respawn all the way down there!!” GM called, shouting to be heard over Basilix’s wingbeats. “Oh heeyyyyyy look who’s here!” he chirped as the dragon landed a short distance away from the group, towering over them as it blocked out the sun above them. “Nice army, Muse!” he called sarcastically. “How are those plans to defeat me coming along?”