Far, far away, in the city of Achakt, the dark-haired elf so well-known by the name of Nicolai, wakes with a start.
Damn it. No. I must tell Sarah. The doom forces are coming. THEY ARE COMING!!
"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" says a relaxed voice from somewhere else in the dark room. "Whattcha screaming an' shouts about for?".
"Who are you?" asks Nicolai.
"Me? Good ol' meh? Meh be Wackiwade of deez landies sioy!" replies the voice in a somewhat gangster style.
"Wackiwade? That is a name?"
"No! Obvi it not a name! Wut kinda idi be you? Mah name's Wacky Wade!"
Nicolai wonders what happens, at the exact moment Philinus thinks of a possibility of why Nicolai might be still alive.
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