"Good evening, traveling gods. Might I bother you with some questions?"
There was a certain weight surrounding Edmund; imposing, but gentle quite the same. Perhaps it was because of the dancing flame being reflected in all of his eyes, but it was almost as if he was not asking at all, but demanding for his questions to be answered.
"Well, that depends," Miss Pepondosovich shrugged as she looked at Riley and Esme, "Can the man bother us with some questions?"
"No," Riley quickly shook his head, "He looks disgusting. But if he stays a few meters away, maybe."
"I agree with Master," Miss Esme nodded her head, "If he could aid us in our search for a cosmic piece, then maybe I could entertain a few questions."
"The two of you could have just said yes," Miss Pepondosovich could really only sigh. For some reason, she was starting to get used to the two; whether that was a good thing, however, was yet to be known, "Come on down then, winged god. Join us in our rest."
