Silverthunder
Dr. Inkwell
Sabaku whispered back, "I kind of think they do mistake me for one, yeah. I don't want to break the illusion just yet. Be ready though."
He then returned to addressing the rabbit.
"My apologies, had to clear a few things up. I... don't mind a friendly chat."
"That is wonderful! I am sure speaking with our friends will help jog your memory." The rabbit assured him.
"Well... I know a guy down in the lower slice, he's a demonologist, good with all kinds of stuff. I get my healing potions from him, I think he'd be a better way to get your memory back." The purple rat said aloud, specifically to slight the rabbit again. "Safer too..."
As they spoke, the sound of marching echoed behind them. The pudgy rat was back, this time, clogging up the passageway with no less than fifty more Tartarian rats in mostly leather armors, white and sandy brown colors, with some metal plating, carrying triangular shields with none other than Sabaku's face painted on them.
The puffy rat stood upright and at attention in front of the formation behind Sabaku and his new companion.
"So noble!" The rabbit practically swooned in her off-putting voice, clasping her paws together like a schoolgirl.
