"Did...did you just do that?" Magenta was just as astonished as the boy. Almost entirely forgetting about the body in the building she quickly snapped back to it. Surely enough a body laid on the edge of the second story now covered in burnt, black skin with a thin line of steam rising off of it. "Oh geez! There's a man up there!" As the words left her lips, the limp body began to slide over the edge. The scorched corpse landed with a thud on the stone street below with a now apparent five pointed star shape carved into his chest.
The boy grasped Magenta's forearm. "We should get out of here, now." The girl showed resistance to move as her response. She was obviously more concerned with the dead man. "A dead corpse isn't going to talk to you!" She still refused to move. "Unless your death runes can work in reverse you're not gonna' get anything out of that guy! Someone else got out of the house and went that way!" He raised his arm and pointed westward. "Now come on!" She flinched at the realization of how right he was and finally started to move. Breaking into a run they both fled the scene and continued to head in their original direction.
The surrounding area was once again quiet, apart from the light panting of the two children who were running down the street. The burnt building behind them was now just a speck in the distance, and the open gap in the wall guarding the town of Varrock was right in front of them. Beyond the exit was the vast forest separating Varrock from its neighboring towns. The trees swayed in a silent breeze and left and ominous feeling with them.
"Well," Daskal purred, "back to the adventure I presume?" The boy stroked the fur on Daskals head.
"Of course, now that the other problems been dealt with," replied the boy.
Magenta stood with a dumbfounded look on her face. "Who are you talking to?"
The boy looked back at her with an equally puzzled face. "Daskal of course."
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