'No. It can't be.' Flint scuttles into a tiny pipe and gestures for the crow to follow

I follow hurriedly with my feathers ruffled as fear was in my eyes

Meepo follows them both

I hide behind them both while shaking and swaying.

Eventually, they find themselves in a very small, dark chamber, almost inaccessible from the outside with only a tiny grate to the surface inside the Store.

'Who was that guy?'

“I’ve no clue!”

'It looks like Cato. It can't be Cato. Crow, don't tell me you're on Cato's bad side?'

"That black haired guy was the guy who held me prisoner" I signed. Still freaking out.

'Great. Do you know his name?'

"He's the fetcher of the master, and besides him was his creation as backup."

'No way. But he won't find his way around to here. The only way is by crawling through that particularly foul pipe, and miraculously not getting lost'

“Wait what’s happening!? Who are ye talkin’ bout?”

"Don't bet on it" I signed before continuing "He has his ways that even surprises me, trust me I've tried."

'Bad guy. Black hair. Sunglasses. The worst kind of bad guy'

"When he hunts, he doesn't stop at anything, and will find you"

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"Don't bet on it" I signed before continuing "He has his ways that even surprises me, trust me I've tried."

 'Great. Does he have a problem with holy water? I know an old holy spring we could hide by'

I laugh at that comment.

"He uses that, so no"

“SOMEONE TELL ME WHAT THE (draconic f word) IS HAPPENING!”

"Its hard to escape from him" "That's why I tried leaving this place, crossed with this ain't good"