His earlier concerns not forgotten Ossar drifted amongst his friends, all greetings given and received in their happy reunion. He truly appreciated the chance to talk to his old companions once more, but the kwami knew that it was only possible due to a grave error by their new masters. Not even four days in and already the four of them knew each other by name. Still, not wanting to spoil the good mood, and fully aware of the more carefree nature of his longtime companions Ossar kept his worries to himself, for now. He would broach the subject later. At the moment he embraced, and embraced again each of the three kwami in turn, pressing his rounded nose against each one’s forehead in a serpent’s kiss. [color=007236]“Indeed, such good tidings and friendly faces are a surely welcome sight for sore eyes.” [/color]He hissed rising a few inches off the floor and relaxing in midair. With a lazy flick of his head the snake closed his eyes, thinking for the briefest of moments before addressing Poyzz.

	[color=007236] [i]“Despised am I by knave and liar,
	And after me the wise inquire.
	Ask of me, what secrets hold?
	Without a word I shall not fold.
	In dark places I may expire,
	But shall I rise over deceit and fire?
	Find me out if ye require,
	Of what am I, such deep desire?”
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