-nods back, holding his sheathed sword- Uhhh- hey. Have you seen a werewolf around here? A- kind one. Like- really stand-up kind of guy... usually a nervous wreck around girls?
Johnny that's rude. -says the fairy next to his shoulder- At least ask his name first!
-coughs and sputters on his tea for a moment-
How do you know my name?
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post... I thought the same about fairies and- -points at the fairy on his shoulder-
That's even ruder.
-sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose a little bit- So- anyway- I'm guessing that means you haven't. So... do you know where we are-? I think we must've gotten lost.
Thanks to my... stellar- navigation from my fairy good friend here.
Did you just make a pun? Ugh. Not my fault your friend decided to travel to another world. A fairy doesn't know automatically which world they went to!
Shh, Aelfi- now you're being rude.
... A gasmask wearing assassin.
That's new to my ears.
Go ahead- ask. I can't guarantee I'll have answers to all of your questions...
-he continues to sip his tea-
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this postNo.
It sounds familiar though... is that his surname, or firstname?
Oh. Well- that puts us in a bit of a pickle.
A bit of one? I wonder what a whole pickle's like...
... Well- anyway. My name's Johnny- Johnny Rodger. This is Aelfi. It's nice to meet you.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this postMmm.
I've definitely seen the surname somewhere... I can't accurately place where though- it isn't an important memory to me.
... And he knew my name?
Well- it's jolly good to meet you, Link.
So- uh- what are you doing out here?
Shouldn't we-
Shh, Aelfi.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this postOh- that's fair. Who were you praying to-? I'm guessing you're kinda religious.
-Aelfi is humming to herself in thought, as if in her own dilemma-
-he takes a long sip as he thinks over what was said-
... A fountain.
Well, that makes things... make far more sense as to why someone would choose to kill me.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post

Link looks up at the pair. He nods as a way of greeting them, and then he stands up.
dead devotion