"No extension, wake up master."
Pure white hair smeared with crimson rose. Rachie waked in awe, '-he's,' he pause and examined, '-he's,' the mind could barely think, '-he's… ordinary.'
"I'm here," yawned Igna, "-was having the greatest of dreams. I dreamed that you and I were on a trip. Was fun, well, until you took a random lass as your playmate…"
"Still going on about that?" reference drew to the escapade with the Wracian Empress.
"No, definitely not," said a childish tease, "-so, who's the new face?"
"Rachie," he stepped forward and bowed, "-it's a pleasure to meet you."
"Right," the gestures slowed to a very observant pace, "-not from this dimension, are you?"
"No, sire, I'm not."
"Looking at Starix, you must be one of the people working for him, yes?"
