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G rose to his tremendous height of 7 foot once more and hoisted Dave up into two hands at his side. The eye upon the sword's surface fixed upon Claudia and The Baron at their questioning.

[color=6ecff6]"Above us? What manse stands above this hellish pit, Mr. Wayne? Memory is... a funny thing. Last good news I heard from the outside, the Empire was recovering from the loss of the Thirteen Colonies..."[/color]

Dave's eye seemed to shimmer slightly at the mention of the Empire. He looked to Claudia with a blank stare that lingered... maybe a touch too long.

[color=6ecff6]"Pray, Madam DeFeren, tell me you have word of good Farmer George? How fares our highness?"[/color]

The wolflad holding the piece of paper up to G's caged mug was met with a sniffing from the brute and a hearty guffaw from the blade.

[color=6ecff6]"Terribly sorry but the old boy is as blind as a bat, young master Zakk."[/color]

Dave blinked at him, voice smiling and eye twinkling through the dark.

[color=6ecff6]"My but you are a queer looking bunch, aren't you? A Hallows Eve spook, a woman in gossamer garb, a wolfish lad from the wilds, and a lass from what looks like the east land of the rising sun?"[/color] Dave's gaze swept to Serene standing at the entrance, where it lingered once more.

Dave hummed with what sounded like positivity and blinked absently as G's massive muscled chest heaved with his heavy breaths.

[color=6ecff6]"Well, no matter. I've longed for ages to feel the breeze on my hilt. Shall we head up?"[/color]

G moved with purpose, hunching over to fit into the stone hallway and make his way back up with Dave astride his back.