Charles
*Yaaaaaawn.*

*A slow day, as usual. Nothing for a bokoblin to do. Roewen wandered aimlessly around the wilderness, flipping rocks and chasing bugs... Just trying to find something... Anything to do. His brain demanded stimulation and he wasn't getting any.*

*Eventually, Roewen gave up, defeated. He took a seat on a nice rock and laid in the warm sun. Oh well. It wasn't like something to do was just going to appear in front of him.*
Lucy
Except! Something was going to appear right in front of him! And that *Thing* Was Genesis, who could hardly be considered a person at this point. Genesis was carrying a strange glowing lantern alongside... Mutton of some kind. Not that he could eat. It seemed like it was for something else. 

"Roewen." Genesis states, as if his sudden appearance wasn't frightening enough. The ghost was not good at introductions, and for some strange reason he thought a sudden arrival and knowing the beasts name was enough.

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Charles
*WAAUGH?!?!?!*

*As something to do just appeared in front of him, the bokoblin shrieked and fell backwards off his rock. It took him a moment to scramble back to his feet. He instinctively held his dagger out, pointing it directly at Genesis' neck, panting.*

*He did eventually come to his senses and lower his weapon. It was just the guy from the parchment. Roewen had seen him once before... He just wished he wouldn't scare him like that.*

*What did this guy want?*
Lucy
He didn't react to the knife being pointed at him. Dead eyes just stared at the blade with a blank expression, completely unbothered by the threat. It wasn't a question of Roewen's strength, just a fact that Genesis was already dead. It literally wouldn't do anything, nor did the elder hero have an intention of engaging in battle. 

"Ah. I did not mean to startle you." His voice is very direct. Genesis then passes the mutton to the monster, acting as if this were a casual occurrence. "I suppose I can need a better warning next time. I brought you food, is this food?" Genesis wasn't entirely sure.
Charles
*With a sigh, Roewen lowered his dagger and stepped back.*

*...The thing in Genesis' hand appeared to be food. Roewen gave it a quick sniff, and concluded that yes, this was food. The bokoblin happily took the mutton and proceeded to messily devour it.*

*Roewen wasn't much for words; he'd gotten used to having nobody understand him, so he didn't say a whole lot, except for a small grunt of thanks in between bites.*