It appeared that noone had taken his chuckling amiss, so there was no reason for the Skayleigh not to be relaxed. With curiosity dripping from his face, the giant watched the scenery unfolding in the distance. Immediate conclusions ? Probably don't stay here too long or more and more people will try and join the group. Would Vanya even approve of this ? After all, while every new member in theory should make them stronger, in practice there could evolve so much disharmony out of it that the opposite could become true. On the other hand: No plaintiff, no judge. Unless the queen was able to teleport noises secretly from here into her throne room she'd probably never learn what happened here.

What An-Hasst started to wonder about however was if this decision would be a democratic one or not. He decided to turn around and step towards the gathering - even if it meant having to dig his feet into the swamp.

[center][i]There once was a Skayleigh,
his name was An-Hasst.
He approached the lunatic
completely aghast.

Why was he singing
without any reason ?
Fill our ears with ringing
and then commit treason ?

It's a crude theory,
speculative havoc.
Probs he brings glory,
it'd be An-Hasst's shock!

Maybe you could help him,
tell him what's up.
But I have the feeling
he wants to say: Shut up![/i][/center]

While severely bending pronounciation to make his improvised rhyme not fall completely apart, the huge Skayleigh had wandered around Ursaren. Now he squatted in front of the sitting man. "Please, forgive me my natural impatience. I'm just overwhelmed by your behaviour at the moment. First asking about werewolves, then... this. Why ?" 

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