Zig straightened out of apprehension. Had he seen what he thought he'd seen? No. They only exist in stories to scare naughty children. Zig couldn't even bring himself to think the word. His hand moved deftly and silently to his blade. If the beast wanted his brain, he would have to fight for it. Zig then smiled. "I haven't seen one of your kind before. I have heard stories, though. Where I come from, you're that rare. Last time I had heard of dealings with... your 'people' they were a doomsday cult dedicated to something they called The Great Dreamer. I'll be honest, I feel out of my depth here." Zig rambled.
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