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“Oko, please.” Tibalt followed the fae-planeswalker a few steps beyond the clearing before Oko rounded on him, a sour expression on his face.
“What?”
“Don’t be like that. Think of all the fun we could have together.” Tibalt grinned and gestured back toward the clearing. Ashiok was trying to inch closer to Lukka again, a mischievous smile splitting their face. Lukka for his part sat cross-armed, a small pack of swamp-lions interposed between himself and the nightmare weaver. Ob Nixilis was simply standing a distance off, laughing at gods-knew-what. “They might not be the perfect companions, but those goody-two-shoes walkers have their team, why shouldn’t we have ours?”
Oko fixed Tibalt with a withering look.
“In case you hadn’t noticed. I’m an outcast. I’ve been cast out of everywhere. I’ve never been part of a team, and I don’t want to be part of a team.”
He jabbed a single hook-ringed finger at his head.
“Have you ever seen me without this stupid crown on? That’s an outcast’s crown.”
