[h1][color=firebrick]Gerald Pithers[/color][/h1]
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Gerald eyed (for lack of a better word) Saaria as she did the same to him. She looked somehow confident that the robed figure was being sincere. That this was the best course of action to take.

"AHH..." Gerald said, shrugging, "'OW CAN OI SAY NO TO THE FACE A SOMEONE WHO REMOINDS SAH MUCH OF ME OLD MATE RICHARD?"

Gerald turned his head towards the robed figure and called out, "ALROIGHT, HOIGHWAYMAN, GAH 'HEAD AND LEAD US TEH THIS PLACE SAH MYSTERIOUS. MAYBE OI CAN LEARN A BIT MORE ABOUT THIS, EHHH... UNSOIGHTLY BLEMISH ON ME NOGGIN."

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[h1][color=orangered]Theresa ot an Bol'hjar[/color], [b]Benedict Kaspin[/b][/h1]
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"You're not seeing this?"

[b]"Seeing [i]what[/i] Theresa?"[/b]

"The people!" Theresa replied, shouting over the chatter of the festivities taking place. "The mole-people, drinking, fighting, playing music! They're everywhere!"

[b]"Theresa-"[/b]

"Ben, I SWEAR I'm not making this up!"

Theresa turned her head and grabbed a gourd full of the strange brew from a nearby counter. "See this?" She said aloud. Ben merely replied, [b]"Yeah, and it's empty."[/b]

"No it's not!" Theresa retorted, shaking the gourd a bit, and the brew inside. "Hear the sloshing?"

[b]"Emp. Ty."[/b] Ben replied.

Theresa set the gourd back down, growing somewhat frustrated. She looked around the bustling room again, seeing now that it wasn't [i]just[/i] filled with mole-people. There was... quite the colorful bunch sitting over in the further side of the cavern, enjoying themselves.

"There!" Theresa called out, "There's a man, and an elf, and a fucking- a [i]blue dragon[/i], just curled up, over there!" She pointed at the trio and said aloud, "Tell me you see them, please!"

[b]"Dust and rocks, that's literally all I see over there Theresa!"[/b] Ben said, [b]"What the hell is going on?"[/b]

"No, just-" She looked around again, spotting another figure standing up on a ledge overlooking the partygoers. Theresa pointed at it and called out, "How about that? The tall blue thing with the- seashell head?"

[b]"Th-..."[/b] Ben said, looking a little surprised. [b]"That I see. And it's coming for us."[/b]

"What?"

Theresa turned her head. The Vigil had jumped down, and the celebrating crowd parted away from it as it menacingly approached the duo.

"Shit!" Theresa called out, drawing her crossbow, and fire rising up in Ben's gullet.

At least there was [i]something[/i] they could both see here, however hostile it was.