Surtr

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Surtr is roughly 22 human years, has short messy straight auburn color hair, dark hazel eyes, some (but not a lot) freckles. He's usually seen wearing some form of headdress, ranging from a stylish cap to leaf-headband, deeming them his priced possession for his great looks.

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You feel an impeding sense of doom.

Alert, you stop what you're doing and try to figure out what is it. Your eyes narrow and breath quickens and you can't decide whether you want to fight whatever it is or just make a run for it.

knock knock

You startle, and let out a scoff. Of course. It's that time of year again. Grinning, you open the door and see a Ridgeback. A smile cracks across her face and -- whew you don't mean to be r00d but eesh that breath-- gas wafts from her jaws. Woah what is this ridgeback chewing, her teeth are all red and gunky--

You are momentarily distracted from her appearance as she speaks.

"Trick or treat?"

Surtr draws his lips back in disgust when the ridgeback greeted him at his door. Seriously, she was a total mess! Cobwebs don her wings and thorns wrapped around her body. I suppose this is what they say as fashion gone wrong. He mutters under his breath. The ridgeback grins wider and Surtr chokes back a gag. Cerastes?! He excuses himself as he turns around and exhales in relief. He doubted that he could stand being in her presence any longer. Cerastes? Give our guest something to send her off with.

A snickering serpent slithers in with a pail full of bugs hanging by the tail and inches it towards Surtr. Wipe that grin off your face. I didn't choose my guest alright! Just hand this over to her. Surtr urges, reluctant to step closer to the ridgeback once again. The serpent drops the pail of bugs at Surtr's feet and smirks.

Rolling his eyes, Surtr grabs the pail. I don't understand why did I ever let you stay. You ungrateful beast. He says before turning to face his guest. Forcing a grin, he bows lightly and wishes her all the best in trick or treating. Without waiting for a reply, Surtr quickly closes the door and sighs. Maybe the next visitor will have some sense of personal hygiene.[/brown]

Walpurgisnacht grumbles a little as the door slams shut in her face. The bucket that the mirror placed in front of her was knocked over as the door had closed. Insects crawled around and flies buzzed around her face.

Rolling her eyes at the fruit flies, she takes whatever bugs was left. She doesnt even eat bugs. It's alright, it'll add to the look as she visits the next.

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Lady Black Pearl sailed to a stop in her Flying Dutchman at the entrance of this lair. She swoops down and began tapping on the door with her tail. When the door opens, she draws her sword and yells out:

"YAAR! WE BE PIRATES! TRICK ARRR TREAT MATEY! HAND OVER THE GOODS OR YER BE SLEEPIN WITH THE FISHES!"

Cerastes coils around the mirror and squeezes tightly. He didn't need to guess that the horned serpent hated the loud noise that rang through their front door. Yeesh we're not deaf you know. He mutters under his breath. Surtr almost chokes when he looks up at finally sees his guest in the birght moonlight. No way! This Ridgeback looks totally ridiculous in that pirate costume, and to top it up with those googly eyes? Fashion disastor! Who hangs fishes from their outfits anyways? This girl needs a fashion tutor.

Cerastes? What do you think we should do with her? Surtr wonders aloud before smirking. Yer a pirate ain't yer? Well then, treasures should interest yer as much. With his terrible accent, Surtr reaches over to hand the Lady Captain a spare bit of parchment with scibbles he did from who knows when. Yer find the booty in my garden. And I'll trade in for a hefty price. Whad'ya say mate?

With his tail, Surtr urges the serpent to hide a second half of the torn pachment in the mouth of one of the Jack O' Lanterns sitting on the porch and hoped that it doesn't catch on fire before the Ridgeback finds it. He hurries her along out front and plays it cool. Yer wanna do it or not?

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Morticia alights soundlessly upon the entrance to the lair. She knocks on the door in a peculiar pattern, crosses her arms, and snaps twice. The snaps crack through the air. She crouches back on her heels, satisfied.

"Good evening. The hellish crusade has arrived on your doorstep, mortals. You may grant me entry. Preferably before the sun rises, dragä."

She examines her claws for a moment, flicking off a scale of her last meal.

"Oh, and trick or treat, I suppose."

Surtr grins widely when he sees his guest. Finally someone with decent fashion, someone with elegance! Welcome. Cereastes, Surtr's companion horned snake slithers around Morticia's feet and climbs into her mane.

Surtr smirks and nods subtly, hoping that the pearlcatcher is too occupied with the snake to notice the fire hex he casts on the apple. Exciting, is what this season is. Of course, he ain't gonna leave the poor girl in excruciating pain, he does like her. Topping up the basket with water charmed worms, he edges the basket over to you.

Here's some sweets, I hope you enjoy your Halloween! Surtr gently 'coaxes' you out of the door and closes it before you have a chance to answer.

This is a very good night. Isn't Cerastes? He snickers as the horned snake hiss in acknowledgment.

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Despite the event going on, the nocturne couldn't help but feel more exposed than she was accustomed to. The outfit that Adeiryl had chosen was weighty and Harpy's flights were cut short, not to mention he had warned her to watch her attitude as if she were a hatchling in a scuffle.

The shadows seemed to gather around her as she approached the lair. The humidity lay on her scales like another cloak and the sweet aromas of plants around her drowned out anything else. Rather than going any further than the entrance she stopped as if hitting a wall and instead peered around. "Trick or treat," she said, her normally gentle voice holding an edge as she waited for either or.

AhhHHhH. Surtr squints at his visitor, with mischief swimming in his eyes. WeLCOme.

At his feet, a snake hisses with venom and play as it climbs up mirror. The snake, too, stares at you and hisses again, flicking it's long tongue into your face.

I am not speaking wEIRdlY. Surtr grumbles. You are!

Cerastes slithers off, and Surtr scoffs at his companion.. Don't mind him, he's usually rude to all our visitors. It's not personal.

A loud hiss behind him says otherwise and Surtr growls in annoyance. Regardless, I must thank you for visiting. The mirror snickers as he pulls out a big apple. This sweet treat should lighten up you gloomy day. I've seen that you haven't smiled since I opened the door.

Surtr bows a little as he hands out the golden apple to you. Mi'lady.

As you reach out to grab the treat, the mirror grasps onto your hand and pulls you closer to whisper in your ear. Trick.. or treat.

Closing the door behind him, Surtr sighs and chuckles. You stuff the apple well, Cerastes? The snake nods his head and hisses in excitement. Now I'm starting to feel a little bad, but, trick or treat! There's no better time to play pranks on others!

The snake rolls his eyes and spat a short hiss.

Oh yeah, April Fools. Stop acting so smart! I'm the boss here! Flaming Demon with a sword? The scary one too! Now let's await our next visitor.

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Two young dragons approach the entrance to the clan, glancing at each other apprehensively. One is wearing a jester costume, and the other is dressed like a ghost.

"So do we just knock, or..." The first dragon shifts his weight, visibly uncomfortable.

"Nico, come on, this is fun! Besides, who knows what'll happen!"

"THAT'S THE PART THAT SCARES ME!" Nico huffs and takes a deep breath, trying to calm down. "I'm just worried something bad is going to happen, Ny."

Nyles rolls his eyes. "Nothing bad is going to happen. And if it does, we are both powerful wizards who can stop it."

"Fine."

The two dragons take a few more steps forward and knock on the door.

"TRICK OR TREAT!!!"


"Trick or treat...?"


A soft, menacing snicker can be heard as the doors open slightly, just large enough for talons to hold, then it stops. It is dark and smoky, what lays inside is anybody's guess. A bright glowing red eye suddenly opens at the creak and it jiggles about in the darkness as the laughter can be heard again, only this time, it was louder.

Welcome, my visitorsssss.... The 'S' has been dragged on as if it was a hiss, regardless, it does send shivers done your spines. What have we hereeeeee- *coughs*

All the hibbie jibbies that the host intended to give you vanished instantly when you hear him choke and cough. The door opens wider to reveal a mirror, dressed up as a demon and a horned serpent coiling around his neck. I'm getting rusty! You hear him cry. Let me start that again, I say!

The mirror clears his throat and begins with a deep voice. I am Surtr! The child of- uh- The mirror looks confused, as if he had never thought of the question before. He turns to the serpent and whispers, although you can hear every word he say, he doesn't think much of it. Doesn't know and probably doesn't care. Probably.. Maybe you shouldn't think about it too much.

Cerastes, what do you call someone who is a ressurection of themselves. Like the Phoenix who is reborn from their own ashes that sort of crap. But mightier and demonic-ier. You know, that thing!

The serpents hisses in annoyance if that's what you can call it, and you can practically hear the eye-roll in that voice, err hiss.

Forget it, I am Surtr. The demon, Surtr, you should know. I'm pretty famous as the lore states. But I'm not that Surtr. That was my granddad, and my great granddad. Just. Surtr sighs and beckons both of you in. Come in, we haven't had many guests.

The room was dimly lit by a small fireplace, and for some thing as terrifying as the lore states, the place and by extension includes Surtr himself, seems pretty homey. The snake though, doesn't seem too friendly. His beady eyes seem to stare through your deepest, darkest secret, learning ways to exploit you and you involuntarily shiver.

Ignore him. That's Cerastes. Surtr explains. He does that to others.

Surtr hands you 4 spare parchments and pulls out a sinister smile. Pardon me, I haven't had a good game in ages. It's lonely here. He gestures to the empty house and the serpent spat a sharp hiss at the mirror's feet. And Cerastes can be hard to deal with at times.

So why don't we play a little game? Solve my riddles and be on your way.

The serpent slithers to the table and taps on the first parchment. It glows brightly as words appear.

It was in her drawings.

He does the same to the rest, and you stare at the clues laid out in front of you.

It was in the photos.

It was the police who did it.

There was no murder.

Of course, the 4 sentences doesn't make sense. Surtr blows off the flame, engulfing you in darkness. Like it or not, you can't leave. Not until you solve this riddle for me.


"A dragonling was blind and mute and she lived in a small town where everybody knew everyone. She doesn't know the truth of things because the dragons around her were liars or so she was told. The only way she could pass time was scribblings and drawings and taking pictures. One day, someone broke into her neighbour's apartment and demanded ransom, but upon refusal he killed her. The police came to investigate and asked the young dragonling for details. She couldn't speak not did she see, and she couldn't believe the things she'd heard because no one was to be trusted in this god-forsaken town. She handed the dragon questioning her a spare bit of parchment, which eventually led the cops to the killer. How did the cops know who was the real killer?"

Nico frowned at the parchments, then at his brother. "Ny," he hissed. "Let's get outta here. I don't like this..."

"You're fine." Nyles turned to the dragon and the snake. "Um, I'm not quite sure. If she couldn't see anything, there is no way it is in the drawings...that wouldn't make any sense. However, there isn't any chance the police did it - not if her piece of parchment gave them the solution to make the arrest. So, either the solution was in her photos, and she took a photo of the murderer, or there is no murderer, because everyone in the town is a liar."

Rolling his eyes, Nico slumped onto the floor. He knew this could take a while. Nyles never said no to a game.

Surtr narrows his eyes at Nyle's predicament. The other dragon was thinking hard alright, that's neat. Because, the riddle didn't make sense to him either. That was why he needed help to answer it, not that anyone needed to know about his little secret. But he did come to the same conclusion Nyle's did and even further he delved.

If everyone was a liar, and the dragonling was told that, wasn't she being lied to then? That means she could have been lied to about everyone being a liar, which meant not everybody lies, and truth had to be hidden somewhere. Right? Also, she was part of the town, that made her a liar. The right question to ask is 'who is telling the truth?'. Surtr cracks a sly smile. It was a paradox. Doubt you'll be leaving anytime soon! He chuckles softly to himself, enlightened that for the first time, a guest - two this time- had been sitting in his home for more than 10 minutes. Which was record time given his infamous reputation.

Surtr watches Nico slump to the floor and smiles apologetically, the company was too hard to give up, and it can get quite lonely. I can give you hints, if you ask me for one. But, that results in a surprise penalty. Surtr offers. Surprise, surprise, Surtr's heart beats faster as he thinks about it. Yes, this is going to be an exciting night indeed!

Nyles sighed. “I...I don’t know. It’s unsolvable. There is no soloution. It’s impossible.”

Nico’s head snapped up. “Seriously? Are you kidding me? That’s it?”

“What do you mean, that’s it?”

“There is no soloution.”

“You didn’t even think about it!”

“I did!”

“Well think better!”

“Who don’t you solve it, Mr Smarty Pants?”

“Fine. It was no one. Everyone was lying, so the cops couldn’t be telling her the truth. There was no murder.” Nico sat back, glaring at his twin.

Surtr is taken aback by Nico's response. What?! They don't want a clue? No penalty? No Surprise penalty! How did this happen? Surtr had been sure that Nyle's will ask for help. He exchanges glances at Nico, who seems determined of his answer then back at Nyles. I... Well you.... He stutters, unsure of what to say. That was the conclusion that i settled on eventually...

He doesn't want them to leave, they had been such great visitors, but his pride tells him otherwise. A deal was a deal, he promised to see them off if they solved the riddle. With a heavy heart, he nodded and congratulates the brothers. I guess, it has been wonderful spending time with both of you.

Surtr hands Nyles some spare bit of parchment. So that you'll remember this moment by. And turns to Nico. I have something else for you.

He rumages through his storage and pulls out a power stone and gently hands it over to Nico. For your greater intellect, i humbly wish you both the best of your journeys!

He watches the brothers take their leave and Cerastes hisses at him in wonder.

Surtr nods and mumbles in reply, Yeah, no tricks this time. I really liked their company.

The serpent slithers up onto the mirror and hangs itself from Surtr's neck. If snakes could smile, Cerastes will be. Let the pride begone, and Surtr decides to shout after the brothers before they were out of hearing shot.

Maybe you'll drop by for a visit anytime?

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Ignis blinked, grinning slightly as he waited for the Mirror to find whomever they were yelling at. They were a cool looking dragon, that was for sure! Kinda... reminded them of the fire demons they were taught about back at home... Hmm... wonder if they were related in some way?
No, probably not... Ah well...

Greetings! Surtr hisses at his guest. Are you here for a treat? Or a trick? He asks, egging you to pick the latter; but before you could say anything, the Mirror plops down onto the ground and motions for you to sit.

The night is soon ending. Surtr states. And you will be the last before the sun rises again. I have something special in place for you.

With the way the Mirror staring you down, with the eerie grin that shows his fangs, it's no wonder others would turn tail and run before he could say anything more. Nonetheless, here you are, in the comfort- not too comfy- home of Surtr.

A horned serpent slithers at his feet and glares at you, sending shivers down your spine. Not a moment after you locked eye contact with him, he spits at you.

Cerastes! Surtr yells. Don't do that! Pardon me, he's particularly grumpy tonight. The mirror explains, earning an 'endearing' bite from the serpent at this throat. He ignores the snake and twirls at an apple with his talons. How did the apple get there? It wasn't there before... But, never you mind.

How about we play a little game?
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Nothing happens and no one says a word.
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Cerastes! Surtr whispers harshly at the snake stick swinging from latching at his throat. You were supposed to turn off the lights! What happened to the plan?!

The serpent doesn't relent in his bite and Surtr sighs irritably at him. Fine, I've got do everything my self, don't I. He paces towards the switch, snake swinging wildly as he walks, and starts again. How about we play a little game?

The lights go off, leaving Surtr's glowing eyes the only source illuminating the room. It's slightly long so make yourself comfortable. Let's solve a murder together shall we.

It isn't a question, and without giving you anytime to answer. Surtr begins the riddle, magically as he recites, scratchy red words glows in the dark, forming the riddle for you.

Who killed cockrobin?
I, said the sparrow, with my bow and arrow.

It was a rainy day with heavy showers and thunderstorms, and there had been an accident up in the mountains. 2 dragons was killed and there was 1 dragon who got awoken up by the loud crash on the scene fled soon after. Memories of that night still haunts the dragon a few moons later and he decides to re-investigate the accident. He found that there was a bag of currency in the backpacks of the dragons that died, one dragon had two bags strapped on while the other had one.

A few nights after visiting the crash site, he found someone stalking him in the shadows, but he could never spot who they were. The only exchange they had was from a piece of note, talon-scratched, that state: Why are you re-investigating the case? Please stop.

Confused, he brought the matter up with the local cops, who easily dismissed him.

Each time he tried to force the dragon in the shadows to show himself, there would be some distractions that allowed the other to escape. Coincidences such as, boxes toppling over, sirens sounding by the streets, or even other dragons' sudden appearance.

It was too coincidental to be pure luck, then he realised, there were more than 2 dragons involved in the accident that day. The stalker was a survivor; the dragon left a package with a message for his stalker that night and apologised for disrupting his life moons after the traumatic incident.

The next day, the survivor was found to dead in her apartment, and a police officer arrives at his front door with cuffs.

Who murdered the 2 dragons up on the mountains that rainy night? Who is the sparrow who killed the robins that fateful night?


Ignis tilted his head and clicked his tongue in thought, eying the words. "Well... I want to say the survivor... or maybe the dragon investigating... Maybe even a third party... Is all information I need to solve this really in those words? And who is the 'her'? I would assume she was killed via the package, but that was given to a he, wasn't it?" He turned his gaze to the Mirror once again.

Surtr sniggered at Ignis' cofusion, then realised that he had made a mistake. The survivor was a male, yet he said 'in her apartment'. Ahh... Too late to change it now, he thinks. Surtr flicks his tongue as he squints at Ignis for dramatic effect, then realizes the lights are off. Seriously though, what has gotten into him this night? All these mistakes, shame on himself through his ancestors.

Yes, that's all the information you need. Surtr replies. The answer is in the passage. Unless, you want a clue?

Surtr's glowing eyes smiles at you, A surprise penalty comes with it, though. Nothing comes for free.

He edges towards you and awaits your answer.

Are you going to take it?

Ignis grumbled. He didn't like penalties, but he didn't have much time and giving up just wasn't what he did. "I suppose... I'll take it..." He didn't look all that happy about it though.

Yes! He took it! The penalty! Surtr laughs quietly his body quivers with excitement. Now if I were to tell you that the package consists of money. And that the survivor was killed because of it. And literally no other dragons knew about it. Here's a guiding question for you, how did that one policederg know?

Now that had to be a give away, Surtr thinks, just to connect the dots. And because I'm feeling splendid for the night, I'll tell you everyone is involved, in one way or the other.

"Well..." He was low on time... So... going with his first instinct then! "Was it the other survivor?"
And then the police was the accomplice and betrayed them? Hmm... Sounded like a good mystery story...

Ha! Surtr mocks. Or so you'd think! It's not him! It's uh.. Surtr does a double take on his riddle and ponders for a short while. The Policedragon!

The lights come back on, to reveal the serpent still, ever stubbornly, biting onto the Mirror's neck. Surtr edges forward in ignorance, as if he was accustomed to the serpent's weird antics and sits down in front of Ignis.

You see, the survivor was just a lucky runaway. The witness, let's call him that, fled the scene after he had stolen some money from the accident scene without knowing that the other 2 had died on the site. He was guilty, hence, didn't let the case rest. And the package consists of an apology letter, and the money he had stolen. The Police, on the otherhand, was the one who caused the crash.

Surtr stops to allow his information to sink in. It made sense in his head, but now when he's explaining, something sounds off. He knew that he made the story in a way where the survivor was murdered by the Police, because she'd been in hiding as she herself had stolen some money, hence didn't want the witness to find her as that would lead the Policederg to her. And the Policederg was one revengeful dragon.

Ahhh.. Surtr nods his head slowly to himself. He hasn't mentioned that this Policederg was new to the force. That vital information was missing! With a sideways frown, Surtr contemplated if he should have told it in the initial story. He could have released it as a second hint, but, who would have known to ask?

Ok, so the Policederg was new to the force. He explains. He joined the force to search for the survivor, whom he knew escaped the crash site. That makes sense, yes?

Surtr goes on to explain how the former leader had his team steal money, but they wanted to run away from him as he was too violent towards them. He had sent a hitman to take them down but who knew that the money had already been stolen when he arrived on the scene. The leader assumed that it was the survivor as there were supposed to be 3 bodies not 2. He only joined the Police force to track her down, and the Witness did that for him when he turned up at the Station that day.

The Police murdered the survivor for betraying him, and pushed the blame to the Witness to prevent the truth from being found. Hence he was at the door step to arrest the Witness. Surtr finishes.

That was a long story. Too long, too complicated, too little hints. It was a big case, with little leads but Surtr doesn't realise how much he had rambled on and on and on about the matter. All he knew was Ignis was listening, and he liked it that someone was listening to him.

You do understand it, don't you? Surtr asks the dragon before him who had been speechless till then. It's a pretty big thing, I guess. Surtr unbashfully admit. So... I'm still going to hand you a treat! It was a SURPRISE penalty.

Surtr chuckles softly to himself. Many fear the word penalty, but there's a surprise in front of it. SO you are punished.... He trails off for added suspense. TO GET MORE SWEETS!


Trick or more Tricks to you!

Ignis grinned and chuckled. "Thank you! That was pretty fun!" He stood, glancing outside at the brightening sky. "...I should probably get going now... Happy Halloween!" He waved to the Mirror and his snake.

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Lloy scampers up the path, pausing several feet away to stop and look back impatiently. "C'mon, Lukas! Hurry up, hurry up! We've gotta get to the next lair before they run out of candy!"

"I'm coming, Lloy." The great imperial dutifully trudges after his little brother. "Remember, we need to stay together. We're far from home right now."

"Relax, Lu. It's Halloween! Everyone has to be nice to us!" Lloy flicks his tailtip. "Ooh! Lantern!"

He takes off. "I think you misunderstand the purpose of this holiday," Lukas says dryly, but follows after him. They stops at what seems to be the entrance to the lair. Lloy bounces on the ground, jumping into the air just to feel the wind catch for that one moment beneath his small wings. "Are you ready?"

"Yeah. Go ahead and knock."

Lloy doesn't need to be told twice. He darts up to the door, knocks twice quickly, and sits on the step, tail swishing from side to side.

"Trick or treat!"

Who goes there! A deep menacing voice bellows from behind the door and it creaks open to reveal a glowing eye from the darkness. Are you friend? Or Foe!

What echoes after sounded like a long hiss followed by something crashing and glass breaking. Then, the lights comes on. A Mirror stands behind the door, seemingly shocked and confused at something at his feet.

It is his horned serpent, Cerastes.

I didn't know it was a child! He grumbles. You didn't have to attack me for it! I would have stopped anyways.

The snake hisses mockingly at him and he sighs. Or not...

Looking back at his guests, Surtr greets again. You're definitely the last visitors, the sun is coming up soon. The young one gets a say, tell me, what do you want?

"Woah, nice snake, Mister!" Llyo exclaims. "I have a snake friend too!" he continues, beaming up at the mirror. "Only she's not really a snake. She's a serthis. Her name's Slithraa. She likes eating rats. Does your snake eating rats?"

"Lloy, you were asked a question," his brother prods gently.

"Oh, yeah! Sorry. Uh, I love candy! And sweet things! And sour things too, I guess, if they taste good." He tilts his head. "Candy is just really good."

"He's had a lot of candy tonight," Lukas confides. "Maybe something to help calm him down so I can get him back to the lair?"

Mister? Surtr grins widely. He had initially planned to send his guests off in a nasty prank, but the young one was too kind! It wasn't a practice commonly seen associated with him.

Surtr was taken aback at Lloy's sudden outbursts on snakes and bit back a laugh. Cerastes? Low enough on the food chain to eat rats? Pfft, what his serpent ate for breakfast was probably too ghastly to mention though, he did have a 'delicate' palate.

My snake's vegetarian. Surtr replies eventually, earning a glare from the horned serpent.

Surtr pulls out a trunk and signals Lloy to come over. This is a magical chest. But, you can only open it once you are home, understand? The old squirt behind you will take you there.

Surtr snickers at Lukas, who is standing at the door. He doesn't need to be polite to thr Imperial, after all, there was only one faithful follower that knocked up his door tonight.

Here's some sustenance to send you on your way. Surtr says as he ushers them out of the house.

The snake hissed mockingly at him and Surtr sighs. What?

No I wasn't being nice. I'm the opposite of nice. He wasn't judging me for who I am, OK? I think I kinda like that kid.

Cerastes laughs and rolls his eyes, if snakes could do any of those, and Surtr simply snorts. You wouldn't understand, you're vegetarian. He teases.

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