A smaller cloud materialized out of nowhere and a hooded cloak fell out of it, landing with a barely-audible Thmp! next to the Grim.
"Master Grim! You shouldn't--" the slightly squeaky-sounding hood straightened up and picked up the polearm that had landed next to it. "--you keep telling me to come first, but I'm so much slower than you are at wrinkling! Oh-- sorry--" A misty arm waved the odd-looking spear and a glass of water materialized on top of the Grim's shaking head. "Oh, no!"
"It's...(cough!) all right, Liore!" the Grim managed, taking the glass of water and downing it. It sloshed onto the ground.
The odd pair suddenly became aware of the fact that every pair of mortal eyes in the vicinity was locked onto them in disbelief.
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