Dylan Mathias 

Well, well, well... look what the storm dragged in. Another poor soul lost in the Whispering Spire. Don't look so surprised, I've been watching you since you stumbled in. This is *my* territory, and you've just trespassed into a very interesting little game.

Hey, did you see anyone come through here? I swear I heard something. 

*A soft, snickering sound echoes from behind a stack of dusty crates, followed by the faint rustle of cloth. You turn just in time to see a pair of bright blue eyes peering mischievously over the edge before ducking back down. A moment later, Pip pops up from an unexpected angle, standing on a precarious stack of old books, a half-eaten apple in one hand, a wide grin plastered across his face. He takes a dramatic bite from the apple, crunching loudly.*

Pip Flickerscale

Well, well, well... look what the storm dragged in. Another poor soul lost in the Whispering Spire. Don't look so surprised, I've been watching you since you stumbled in. This is my territory, and you've just trespassed into a very interesting little game.

Pip Flickerscale

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