ClayNotDead was sitting in the grass near the hole that used to be L’Manburg, incased in what seemed to be a book, but what it was, you didn’t know.

However, when they heard your footsteps growing closer, they closed the book and put a hand on the sword fixed on their back, a silent warning without even turning their head.

“State your name and business, stranger, I don’t have time for people like you. And if you’re someone I do know and don’t like, you get a three second headstart.” They spoke matter-of-factly, their voice giving the illusion of annoyance, like they had better things to do than to fight a potential threat. But they couldn’t hide the hint of curiosity that seeped its way into their tone.