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'I guess so! Maybe having our brains wired differently is how we've been able to do relatively well! I mean, I know mine certainly has helped me in some ways! Would I swap my amazing memory for a couple of social skills, or my hyper-focus for the ability to master eye contact? No way!'

'Yeah, I bet it does!'

"Exactly! I'd be nowhere near as good at magic if I couldn't hyper-focus on ancient spellbooks for days at a time, and eye contact is overrated anyway. And when you're planning on being an undertaker you don't need to be the best at social skills, it's not like the dead are going to be judging my manners."

'Ya got a fair point there! Normal is overrated, ya need weirdos like us for a functioning society!'

*gtg to bed now sorry, goodnight!*

*see you!*

Flint is hanging around the YonStore with a heavy bag

Lilith walks up to him, carrying a battered paperback in one hand. "What've you got there Flint?"

'A load of random stuff! What's that book ya got?'

"Nice! This is the book you lent me, about the confused man and depressed warfoged. I finished it in a day, it was so good!"

'It is such a good book! What are ya favourite genres of book?'

"Usually I like non-fiction, spell books and encyclopedias and things. But I do love a good adventure story! What about you?"

'Encyclopedias are the best! So much new knowledge to absorb! Usually, the ones I get hold of are a couple years out of date, but still mostly accurate!'

Just then, he sees someone walking down the street, and chucks himself down a drain like a startled cat

"Yeah! There's nothing better than learning new things."

She laughs as he dives out of view, and follows him down more carefully, giving the person walking by an awkward wave. 

Flint is deadly silent, and hides in a shadow. The figure peers down the grate at you. 'Good afternoon. I am looking for someone, could you help me?'

The figure is a man in his early 30s perhaps, with short dark hair and a goatee beard. His eyes are sort of reddish, he wears red gloves, and his clothes are white and look reasonably expensive

"Depends who you're looking for, I don't know many people around here."

'His name is Flint. I am aware he likes to lurk in these places, unsanitary creature that he is.'

"Hmm, can't say I've heard of him. What exactly do you want to say to him? If I ever bump into this 'Flint' character I can let him know you were looking."

'I cannot lie, I want to see him dead. If you have misled me in any way, then know that you too shall be added to my list. But as I cannot go down there, I must take you at your word.'

The man leaves the grate.

Flint breathes a sigh of relief

"Well, he certainly doesn't seem to like you. And if he doesn't like you, then I don't like him. What did you do for him to want you dead? And what does he mean he can't come down here?"

'That man is known by many names, the Sixth, the Light, the Embodiment of Evil. But I know him as Jim Cato. He's always been against me, as I was blessed by the Third and he is mortal enemy of the Third. He can't come down here as this is literally not his domain. He was killed pretty recently, but returns, as he usually does. But he won't be bothering us now you've got rid of him.'