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"So... this... Serrated Darkness guy..." Chilly Willy began, fiddling with a piece of thin wood she found. "When are we gonna meet him? Or her. Or them. Or whatever."
Commander Sams turned to look towards Lord Ben, who was looking out the window, pondering. Lord Ben seemed stressed about something that Commander Sams didn't know about. He took a sip of his earl grey tea before glancing at Chilly Willy, whose legs were crossed on the meeting table.
"Chilly Willy, take your legs off the table." Commander Sams said, taking another sip of earl grey.
Chilly Willy groaned but did what he said. She sighed, "This is so boring! Are we going to meet Serrated Darkness or Mother Disturbance at all?"
She was directing the question towards Lord Ben, who didn't seem to hear her. Seeing his blank reaction, Chilly Willy stood up suddenly and walked over to Lord Ben.
"Helloooo?" she started waving her hand in front of Lord Ben's face.
It did the trick. Lord Ben snapped back to reality as he awkwardly stared at Chilly Willy.
"I said," Chilly Willy began, "When are we gonna meet either Serrated Darkness or Mother Disturbance?"
Lord Ben thought about it, as soon as he opened his mouth, a gloomy looking crow came flying into the room from the window. It landed on the table and coughed up an ink-covered letter and flew away.