Heading in the direction of the ominous thrum, Deekin spots two tall, slender figures staring intently at a glowing ball of light. Each creature chants in a low whispering language that Deekin has never heard on his travels before. The monsters seem to grow more and more agitated as the light sputters and flashes. Our sly hero creeps up to the frustrated duo to get a better look.

"The wily adventurer stalks closer and closer to the unsuspecting monsters... closer... closer... hey, they gots wiggly parts for faces. Must be hard to eats ice cream without big messes."

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