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[color=7ece73]Vicis blew out a huff. How typical of humans to assume that names were optional for the likes of them!

‘[b]“[i]Do we have names[/i],” he asks. Of course we have names![/b]’ His mandibles click. ‘[b]I am Vicis.[/b]’

Not that he deserved to know it! It was only in an effort to maintain the cheer of his good meal that Vicis refrained from leaning down and swallowing the human whole. Instead, he turned his attention back to his meal as Damien presumably introduced himself next. That light creature would likely be displeased if he caused a scene.

...He never did get its name, did he? He should ask the next time it came by. Perhaps it would enlighten him on how it had managed to build a place like this, where humans and elder wyrms sat next to each other in the same booth without slaughtering each other. Vicis reached down to flick his tongue through peppercorn cream – and then paused.

They were sitting in a booth, now. Perfectly sized boulders taller than him stood shoulder-to-shoulder in a slanted arc around them. The seats were carved out of more stone, cushioned by a thick layer of soft moss.

His memory was [i]excellent[/i]. So it was clear to him what had happened: they had been sitting at the bar moments ago, and now they were sitting in a booth they did not choose. Damien’s drink was still in his possession; his own meal was on the round granite table before them.

The light could have simply asked if it had wanted them elsewhere. Perhaps Vicis wouldn’t bother getting to know it, after all.[/color]

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[list][*] As Vicis lowers his head to continue his meal, Silas perceives a man lifting his spoon instead.[/list]
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