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Myla
That Reptilians are here and Peli has ghosted us.
Classic.
And I wouldn’t eat any of the funk Lincoln scrounged up, so I am craving another Demon Bar like it’s my job.
One figure steps up to the edge of the pit and bows his head. Unlike everyone else, this guy has red skin, tiny horns, and a long and pointy tail.
“That would be our demon,” I whisper. “Peli said he was named Spivey.”
“Genus?”
“Standard Red. Can’t tell the subtype, though. Stealth, maybe?”
“It’s unclear. Whatever he is, it’s a fairly calm genus. They don’t attack unless desperate. Perhaps we can reason with him.”
Spivey lifts his head before stepping back to the fringes of the crowd. In fact, Spivey hangs out rather close to the forest line.
Could be useful.
“So.” I tap my chin. “How do we contact the Rep
