At that moment, another person arrived at the warehouse, rolling on a pair of strange (well, strange for a medieval-ish fantasy world like the Second Continent) shoes with wheels so small it was comical to most natives of this world that they functioned at all.

The person themselves wasn't very threatening-looking; A very pale-skinned childlike being in oddly-colorful clothing who seemed to have heard the call while far enough away to be almost late to the party.

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[color=ff8a00]"Sorry! I was passing through, wasn't expecting to have another- Never mind. This is just a series of unending dreams, right? If there's a point, just let me know, otherwise I guess I must have actually died like I think I did and this is an afterlife."[/color] he said, confused enough by the nature of his dreams to question whether any of this was "real". Two nights in a row, adventures that he thought were real were woken up from - one about studying a wraith, the other about fighting a giant monkey king's army - despite him seemingly spending days in each dream. Combined with being Isekai'd, it was - to say the least - confusing.

But that was neither here nor now.

[color=ed1c24][b]"Scouts. Hunters. Blind, but not helpless. They feel movement."[/b][/color]

Hearing the words, the boy froze as much as he possibly could, even holding his breath in case these things could sense it.