“Like we’re being watched,” grates Reaching the West Reaches, spinning with his broken sword out.

“Away put your weapon!” cowers a dwarf. “I mean you no harm!”

He grunts and lowers it. “I’m looking for someone.”

“Found someone, you have! Help you I can, yes, mmm.”

“I don’t think so,” sneers Reaching the West Reaches, and leans on his sword like a stick. “I’m looking for a great warrior.”

“Warrior? Stumble Jade. You seek Stumble Jade!”

Reaching the West Reaches shares a startled glance with The Plum Of; but she just watches, always behind him, flickering blue as an ocean mirage.