It was difficult for Two-One to look disheartened, but as Alexander explained the situation, the Myr slowly shrank back, folding his arms up a little closer to his chest with each new piece of information. By the time that Victoria replaced Alexander behind the bar, Two-One had mostly retreated all the way back into his robe, save for the tip of his beak-like head that poked out from underneath the tattered cloth.

 Then Lanestol began talking, and while it did very little whatsoever to assuage the fears that Two-one harboured ([i]rats[/i] are small things, easily chased away and fuzzy, [i]rat men[/i] sounded far more dangerous), the promise of help was well-received. The array of lights on his head glowed a little more brightly.

 "[color=fff79a]It would be help-[i]helpful[/i],[/color]" Two-one began, his voice stumbling over the words slightly, "[color=fff79a]to go with somebody who knows about these rats [i]and[/i] to see what ratman insides look like [i]and[/i] to ha-have company. Normally I make company as I go. Talking is important, so you can have disagreements.[/color]"

 Two-One didn't radiate confidence, but in what passes for a heart, Two-One knew that he was a hero. And the most important part of being a hero was to be brave, and that involved overcoming fears. Therefore, to be a hero, one [i]must[/i] have fears to overcome.

 "[color=fff79a]It is good to go home too. Supplies! We need supplies,[/color]" the beak turned slightly to point up towards Rachel, "[color=fff79a]and disguises and the other things th-that [i]heroes[/i] use. Can I get food for Lanestol to take with us here? Such as more of the bread and more of the butter to go in the bread?[/color]"

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