Well it appears that we are being attacked yet again, some sort of decaying undead creature. From the Imps warning it would either seem that the creature has some sort of death stare, or is incredibly ugly. Either way i probably shouldn’t look at it’s face. As I prepare for the oncoming battle I can’t help but realize that this would be the first time that we are going to be facing an enemy as a team. it is an odd feeling, a “team” (even with the the new imp). Although my trust in at least a portion of my playmates is not solidified, just the feeling of standing side-by-side with others all facing the same end is not something that i’m used to.
Many humans don’t like Lore, either because I am Kayal or because I am spilling their entrails. Which is understandable. But even many Kayal don’t enjoy Lore’s company. So what has he found in this odd collective that makes Lore finally belong, if there can be such a thing?
Although I do appreciate the imp watching our backs, I can not be sure that he is not watching my back with the intent of finding the perfect spot in which to implant a dagger later.
It if for this reason that I must keep a watchful eye over my backpack. Should he get an notion to peruse my belongings, I can not risk the possibility that he may abduct my lovely box.
I lower my hood and raise my weapons for battle.