[center][h2][color=#b3ccff]Esben Matthiassen[/color][/h2][/center]
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[color=#b3ccff]"It seems this voice gave us no chance to heed it or not,"[/color] Esben remarked drily. [color=#b3ccff]"No wonder it's a clown, it must have been so starved for attention..."[/color] As the shadows around his feet rapidly coalesced, inky black pools of aether reaching towards him with hands and claws, he deftly danced around them and away from their grasp—tangling no small number together with themselves.

If he had to fight a cursed, ancient clown, he'd at least make a fool of it in the process.

[color=#b3ccff]"Any other interesting aquaintances we'll get to see before we're out of here, Rudolf?"[/color]

Even if the news of what was happening in Skael had been a shock, Esben's mood seemed [i]remarkably[/i] improved compared to when they'd all been riding up to the Demet estate. Having something tangible to work towards always had made him feel better than just a general problem to worry over, he supposed, so it only made sense that he'd be back to his usual self.

And few things were more tangible than a demonic jester trying to harm him. He came to a stop in a clear spot, drawing his sword and pulling out the pistol he'd taken off a Valheimer corpse aboard their airship, and fired as Chisato lobbed a bomb at the ghastly thing that had accosted them.