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"Be careful. The tower grows restless. It clamors for blood," the red witch had warned as she showed them the tarot she drew from her cursed deck. The tower. An ominous card.
Khun shook his head to dislodge the memory. Still, it lingered like a bitter pill at the back of his tongue. Or maybe those were the ashes the firefish was petulantly leaving behind.
"Bam, you can put me down now. Bam?"
"Why is the moonlight red? I don't trust this place."
"The owner of this hidden space makes it so. He won't harm us. We should probably talk to him before we leave."
"He's an irregular." Bam's frown deepened.
"Yes, just like you and Urek."
"I don't trust him. You should stop wriggling, Khun-ssi."
"I'm trying to get down."
"You're safer right where you are."
"Bam."
"Khun-ssi."
"We don't have time for this."
"My thoughts exactly. So stay still please."
"I can just sit on my lighthouse."
"Not until we get back to our ship."
"Why are you being so stubborn about this?"
"Why won't you let me take care of you?"
"Sorry, sorry. Go on, don't mind me. This is so much better than my noon-time soap opera." A red haired guy carefully put down a bucket of popcorn on his lap.