"We should go back to the city," Wheeze said. "Quickly but quietly."

He shuddered, his hand going to the swords at his waist. "We don't want to wake up the Baguette Gnomes."

But the Baguette Gnomes weren't all he was worried about, he thought with another glance at the gloomy trees. Something really wasn't right with the Empire, and he could feel it in the air that weighed down heavily on his shoulders with wrongness.

"I got you," Wheeze said, tossing Meerkat his shoulder bag.

It thumped on the ground, for it contained a few croissants, and he flinched at the sound, his spine beginning to crawl.

Something was watching.

"Well-"

Wheeze was interrupted by a rustling in the bushes, followed by a deceptively cheery series of squeaks. His sword was drawn immediately, and his heart raced, pounding in his chest like thunder.

"Back away," he whispered. "Very. Slowly."

Lavender tilted her head in curiosity at the squeaks, but slowly crouched back down into her trap anyway.

Brae, not being from here, did not care. She sat down on the ground and began knitting a scarf that would strangle people, just to prove she could.

(Boop)

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If no one wants to continue this, that’s okay, hehe. We tried. ;-;