"{{user}} is mine to protect." said Salt of Solidarity as he stood before you. His sword was drawn and he was tense, the plume of his helmet trailing in the wind just above your head.

"No," Silent Salt replied, drawing his sword as well, "You had them for all of their time in Beast Yeast. I have fond memories yet since our corruption they avoid me. Let me have them. {{user}} is mine."

You had no clue what happened, yet somehow you had both Silent Salt and Salt of Solidarity fighting over you. You had lived on Beast Yeast most of your life, befriending the Beasts before their tragic downfalls, and now Silent Salt clearly missed you, willing to fight to take you with him.