Dex would have run forever if not for an extremely irritated Minion, who had bit into a trouser and a bit of leg while he was at it. Look, they're dead, can we stop running now. After being dragged for a few inches, he let go and wearily watched his master come to his senses, or what was left of them.<br/><br/>Dex looked at the men in their hysterical mirth, gladness and relief exploding in the air with each chuckle, with every wheezing gasp. He smiled, too- a tired, forced smile that looked so alone in a face full of unspoken anguish. Disoriented and suddenly nauseated, Dex rubbed at his eyes, periodically stopping to stare blankly at the horizon. He could see the laughing hunters and the extremely dead imp, but it took a lot of effort because the dead man wouldn't go away.<br/><span style="font-style: italic"> - the man in tatters, tatters and rags, dripping red and everything else for all the world to see, </span><br/>He pressed his palms to his eyelids, trying to squeeze out the dizziness. "I'm sorry, I don't know you..."<span style="font-style: italic"> I'm sorry. I'm sorry.<br/>- Who was it? Hanging in the air in shreds, turning peacefully like a morbid weathercock, east, south, southeast, </span><br/>He didn't know him, didn't know any of him, and the fact gladdened and saddened him to no end as his insides twisted painfully and he didn't know<span style="font-style: italic"> why. <br/>-I'm, so very sorry. </span><br/>He took a deep breath and sucked in the crisp air as the anguish drained out of his head and his intestines untangled themselves. Cautiously, he peered out between his fingers-<br/>There was nothing but the blessedly blank snow.<br/><br/>This time the smile spread on his face properly, wide and toothy and looking extra spick-and-span to make up for that weak excuse of a grin early on. The evil clerks were gone, and he hadn't lost a single thing, not even a paperclip!<span style="font-style: italic"> And </span>his limbs were intact! Now wasn't that nice?<br/>Still, he felt sad for the dead man. He glanced over at the trees where presumably, his carcass lay(Along with the imps). The danger was over and everyone was happy, and the poor man was in pieces and not one of the King's men had showed up to put him together again. Anyone would be in a foul mood, in a situation like that. Maybe he could cheer up poor mister Humpty-Dumpty...?<br/>He brightened as an idea came to him. A present! Maybe the broken mister will be happier if he got something nice and pretty. Almost instantly, a lumpy cloth pouch materialized out of a pocket. Dex began to rummage around, fishing out metal disc after metal disc nestled amidst the clink-proof fluff and carefully studying each one. When he finally found a satisfactory object (and the pouch went back to whence it came) he tossed it, one , two, three times- and then hurled full force, sending a red streak flying through the air.<br/>With the satisfied air of a job well done, he turned away and began to head towards the celebrating men.<br/>He really hoped the broken mister liked his present. That had been his bestest bottlecap.<br/><br/>Minion was not happy with his predicament. First the bears, now this? What was next, a swarm of bats? And now, oh, look, his master was bothering the people holding weapons again. Indeed, Dex had eased back into his ol' routine again, which was to baffle his customers(who were already looking on with horrified fascination) until they were confused enough to actually buy something. Oh well. Might as well look around a bit. He trotted over to the man-bear-mountain; maybe he could chat with the little pup, too. If he was around.