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Villager: zak

"Golly! I seem to have an envelope addressed to you!"

Banana Banna Fee Fi Fo Fanna!

Darius let out a growl as he crashed into the ground, wriggling around wildly to get back on his feet. Being a false-wyvern, Darius wasn't hurt as much by the throw as another animal of his age would have been, but he was still greatly startled. Hissing, he faced Zak while backing away from the zombie pirate. Once he was a safe distance away, but still close enough so that the zombie could hear Darius without the false-wyvern having to yell, Darius sat down. "You're weird," he said again, but this time with a glimmer of respect in his eyes. "And pretty cool too."

The first reaction the adolescent false-wyvern had was to curl up in a ball, as was the instinct most pups had when they were being carried. But his rational side soon won over and Darius was thrashing madly, trying to scratch the green arm with the spikes on his wing and tail tip.

Darius tilted his head to the side. "Did you not hear me?" he asked, slightly annoyed. Fern would definitely have to teach him some manners when she found him. He started biting at Zak's prosthetic leg, shaking it as violently as he could. Darius was definitely in one of his moods-while he usually was calm and a sucker for cuddles, today he was showing more of his indignant side, which Fern believed came with being a royal.

Darius approaches Zak like the young and curious false-wyvern he is, sniffs the zombie canine's hook, and then bites it. He wrinkles his nose in distaste. "That tastes odd, not like fur or blood at all!" he exclaims. "Why do you have that long metal thingy for a paw? And you smell weird too, all rotted and not-lifelike."

"Well, to know how to keep her away you must know what she hates. Is there any smells? Certain animals? I wouldn't know enough about her to have any guesses. Though maybe you can try leaving an offering of food out for her once a day instead, if she eats something she might leave instead of bother you. Oh wait, doesn't she have good hearing? Try a really loud alarm, or something similar. Might drive her back if lucky."

"I didn't mean it that way, don't get so worked up. Have you considered investing in some decent armor? I'm sure you can get something enchanted against acid eating away at it if you looked around."

"I'm not scared of that silly bat. I've put up with worse individuals, getting my leg a bit chewed on barely phases me." Zatarin pressed the tip of his sword against the ground as he looked the Wickerbeast over. "Don't tell me you let the bat mess you up, was it her who did this to you? Or was it someone else?"