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The magician spoke without turning away from the fire. "The only image of Damien I have is that terrible sorry rusty old clinking tin man that he was at the time of our great water-fetching journey's commencing. I have never met—nor have I known—the man he so delicately described himself wanting to be. I do not even have an image of this man." Mud sounded less bitter and more informative when he spoke now. He tapped his fire-poking stick against the ground, biting his lip and shaking his head, before finally turning to the girl with a look of sad confusion. He said, "If I do not know what this man looks like, and I do not know who he is, how am I to turn anything into him, even the same man?" He shook his head again, looking onward to the gas station. "It is as simple as it is impossible, which is a sharp 'very' on both counts. Such a trick... I fear I cannot perform."
"Oh, well that depends." said the magician, his bitter tone from before all but gone. "It depends on things that depend on other things and yes, even those things have to depend on something else." He turned towards the girl and leaned on his fire-poking stick, using it like a cane. "But—and this is perhaps most significantly of all: it depends on where I am." Mud leaned further on his stick placing his elbow upon it, and then resting his chin atop that arm. "And as for enchantments, well, let-me-tell-you. Enchantments unravel another large set of depends, I'm afraid."
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Mud turned his head slightly and answered, "Chit, chat, and a little wishful thinking aloud." He glanced at his watch again, which was still in his hand, then pocketed it finally and looked at Sano directly. As soon as he saw the man's drastic change of appearance, he broke into a wide, toothy grin. "Well! That is quite the trick Sano! Quite the trick indeed. And here I thought I was the only one pulling them." He laughed lightly and continued, "If you're ready, then I suppose I'm just as ready—my readiness being both reliant and in tandem with your own, you see. Are we still to be waiting on your dear... friends?"
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Razugual waited for a response from Damien, but none came. He wondered if perhaps he'd been too imposing, as was... well... as was typical of him. Perhaps they had less in common than Razugual had assumed? Perhaps Razugual had offended the man. Maybe Damien just wasn't ready to feel any better. Razugual's glow dimmed. He turned his attention to Sano as the hard to recognize man suddenly addressed him, ...about something the magician's companion had clearly not been following. Sano kept talking about what seemed to be some sort of event, and Razugual, along with Damien, was supposed to keep out of it. Damien seemed to know what the man was talking about, but they had been traveling together. Even after Sano had explained 'their' (Razugual was dying to know who 'they' were), side of the 'story' that Razugual must have missed entirely, he did not feel particularly enlightened. Unsure of what to do, he remained quiet for several long moments as the others continued to speak. He did not like the darkness that often seemed to loom upon Sano's face as he spoke. It gave Razugual the distinct feeling that somehow- in some way- he and perhaps the others were being had by the man. Razugual tilted his head to the side and stepped towards the man, moving from a standing position to staring intently at Sano from all-fours. Hoping to glean a little clarification without looking ignorant, he spoke in a serious tone that connoted force, and demanded a solid answer. "Sano. What are you doing?"
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Mud made an exaggerated sigh, "Oh very well... but there's nothing to be nervous about. But- just as true- there's nothing to get your hopes up for either." He winked at Morgan, then took a seat, crossing one leg over the other, and watched the discourse between Sano and the others with a mixture of amusement and transcendence.