"Well. Shite. Sounds like there's a story coming."
[b]I return you your scythe and create couches out of shadows.[/b]
"Tell me about it."
[b]I sit down.[/b]
"And take a Seat."
English
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*he sits* "I ran away from home. My brother was a dark prince and my father is a dark lord. They have been hunting me. When a non prince touched the scythe it sent a message back. They came and saw you holding it and freaked out. Luckily it wasn't my brother. But you know he's dead so…"