Both Feri and Joe opened their mouths wide enough to swallow an egg, and in unison repeated, "Old flame?"
Motan raised an eyebrow, casually intercepting a set of tarot cards that were wildly changing directions mid-air. While rapidly shuffling the deck so speedily that it created phantom images, he asked the twins, "Is there a problem?"
"No, no problem at all."
Feri chuckled and walked over to put his arm around Motan's shoulders, "However, we didn't teleport here. Actually, Feri and Joe are now inside a warehouse in the City of Freedom, get it?"
Motan pondered for two seconds, then swiftly cut a card of "Tower" from the nice pile of tarot cards he was holding. He swished it mid-air, creating a cold light that swept across Feri's throat.
Thunk!
