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[hr][center][color=298e25]Location[/color]: The Feasting Hall, Strange Academy
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[color=298e25]"Enough, Jake. When you're in danger, the last thing you want to do is get jittery."[/color] Rohan watched them withdraw beetles from the head's mouth. Three. With skulls and other animal heads where a beetle's should be. Yeah, that didn't bold well. The Rule of Three was an old aphorism that any sensible witch or sorcerer knew to give attention. If they saw three more of an odd animal, after magpies and beetles, then that had to mean something. What, exactly, he wasn't sure. But it couldn't have been anything good, certainly not in a dark and dismal place like this. [color=298e25]"Barty's got a point. And if an actual person got in trying to kill someone, they're either stupid or not worth fighting. So maybe we don't split up on the way to the lab? Just in case."[/color]

Rohan would gladly slip away and skulk around undetected, but the school may very well wind up in a frenzy soon. Planning for the worst, he imagined being with a herd beat being an ambush predator right now. [color=298e25]"Alright... You birds want to earn your place with me?"[/color] He bent down near the head, where one magpie had perched. Root trotted over as his master withdrew a small pouch from his pocket.

He reached in, and withdrew three cashews, roasted over a campfire during his travel back from the natural world.

[color=298e25]"Fly. Stay in the pocket dimension we're in around the school, and scout. Look for anybody going out or coming in, or any [i]thing.[/i] A monster, and a witch, doesn't matter. If you see the perimeter being crossed, fly back and tell me."[/color]

Then he held the snacks out. [color=298e25][i]"Go."[/i][/color]

He watched them accept their payment, and flutter off. Then he stood up, letting Root perch on his shoulder. [color=298e25]"Stay with us for now, friend. But be ready to fly if we need you... Let's get the hell out of here."[/color]