[h1][color=firebrick]Gerald Pithers[/color][/h1]
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"FEH PITTY'S SAKE FAIRY-RICHARD, IF YA 'AVE TO USE THE LAVATORY, YA DUN 'AVE TAH MAKE SUCH A FUSS ABOUT IT." Gerald said, watching Cia continue to suddenly transform, not paying as much mind to the issue as he really should be.

He turned to Saaria and said, "EHHH, YA SEE THAT, JUNGLE-RICHARD? MOST UNLADYLOIKE. AN' OI THOUGHT FAIRY-RICHARD KNEW BETTAH. SAME GOES FEH ALL THESE BLOKES." He waved his arm, gesturing to all the nonsense going on. "JUS' LOOK AT THIS CRAZYNESS. NOT A DROP A LIQUAH AN' PEOPLE AH LOSIN' AH THEH MAHBLES ALL OVAH THE FLOOR."

At that moment, Cia was shoved out, and Adam had declared everyone stay put. Smart words, but they probably fell on deaf ears.

Gerald looked around for a bit, eyeing the corners of the room. His mouth hung open as he spotted something of interest. "AH-HA!" He said, pointing. "SEE THERE, JUNGLE-RICHARD?"

There was a spot in one of the higher corners of the stone room. A large clump of ivy flowing in, with a bit of light sneaking through.

"OI SAY YOU AN' ME CLOIMB UP AN' OUT THROUGH THERE." Gerald said, "WE'LL FOIND SOMEWHERE NOICE AN' QUOIET LOIKE TO WAIT FEH THIS SILLINESS TEH BLOW OVAH, THEN COME BACK IN THE MORNIN'. 'OW'S THAT SOUND, THEN?"

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