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Villager: Sheason

A shape approaches, you see what appears to be Kepler, though much taller easily by another 2, possibly 3 feet should he stand straight. He raises a paw in greeting as he now looms over the deer. A deeper tone, near to that of a growl to his voice. "Hello Sheason."

Greg laughs "I have more where that came from gahaha" He pauses a moment then chuckles. "What do you get when you cross bambi with a ghost? A Bamboo."

"A duck, a skunk and a deer went out for dinner at a restaurant one night. When it came time to pay, the skunk didn't have a scent, the deer didn't have a buck, so they put the meal on the duck's bill."

"Thank you for the medicine!"

" Oh! Well that is still really cool!"

Wolv seems surprised. "You made him? Does that kind of make him your son?"

" Great! Things have been alright. I see you have a new friend, a little spooky looking but I'm not one to judge haha!"

Wolv waves. "Hi! How are things going?"

Your blessings are... they are mixed. I seek answers from them first. But what would you say your... these 'blessings' do? One is... wrong.

I am fond of my eye as well. But I wonder if it sees what I sense. It is with me, but not within my conscious.

You are a most fascinating creature, to have morphed with a demon. I find myself... unsure of how to feel about you. Beautiful, but... ponderous. Unpredictable. Outside of... what I want to believe is possible. But I have no basis to form these claims upon, and so, I shall appreciate all that you are,.