The cave was not large, but it had ample room for the three of them.
Once Ruger entered, he could see all the way to the back. He simply stopped walking and sat down near the entrance.
Watching Mahama and the two-headed demon continue to inspect the cave, he could not help drifting off into thought.
His mind kept turning despite himself, still pondering those words.
Mahama was supposed to be the main character on this trip, while he was only tagging along, yet his gains had been rather excessive. He had even received an astonishing surprise. Choosing to incorporate the Fur Shepherd Ascension Ritual back then really had been the right decision. Otherwise, he was certain he would have been shedding fur. Fright would make it fall out, overthinking would make it fall out, and anxiety went without saying-that was another great killer of fur.
Ruger stopped doubting that strange Succubus and instead assumed it was true, letting his thoughts roam freely. At once, things became much more interesting.
Once he truly let his imagination loose, all sorts of things, even trivial ones, began flowing through his mind.
His own characteristics, for instance, his identity as a Dragonborn Kobold, and the origin of his Hybrid Dragon blood. That led him to the Aberrant Dragon Management Association, and inexplicably to the little story about how it had come into being.
Whoever had left the message knew him, so it had to be someone he was acquainted with, at the very least.
Precisely for that reason, he had been unable to think of who it could be. But once he opened his mind and fully accepted that this was real, his thoughts could leap about, tugging here and grabbing there, opening up broader vistas and more possibilities.
Let go.
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