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Zhar grabs some nails and a hammer. "Could you keep her calm for me?"
Death: "You're the one that chose him over God."
Warren stands up. "And how do you know that I'm the fake? Maybe I killed the bastard trickster." Gareth sighs. "Because the real Warwick has two...
Death smirks. "You always were sick, mother."
Zhar checks the size, and then grabs a pre-made horseshoe. "This one should fit."
Zhar kneels down and looks at the hoof.
Gareth looks at Warwick and the Warren posing as Warwick. "Out of the way, fake Warwick."
Zhar lays the sword on a work bench and walks over.
Zhar sighs. "This is getting us nowhere." Gareth smirks. "Then let's pay him a visit." Gareth grabs Ravyn's arm and phases them to the castle....
Death: "Father always enjoyed giving us the boring jobs..."
Zhar finishes with the sword. "So what size of horseshoe do you need?"
The sinners stand at the gates of Hell. There to "welcome" them stand Sin and Death, the children of Satan. Death leans against his scythe. "Why...
(I'll just give the little intro part)
(Alright. Don't think anyone else is on though...)
(No one is supposed to know of the witches just yet)
(If so, tell me when and I'll start)
(Shall we start and get a person with Gluttony later?)
Heath sighs as he leans against the wall of the control room.
Gareth: "Now, this Warwick fellow... Where can I find him?" Warren sighs and looks at Warwick still unconscious in the tar Selena has made. "You...
Zhar begins wrapping the leather around the hilt for grip. "Well, luckily I do my part by making the horseshoes." Zhar smiles.