Cyrus and Atticus had just finished their meal when they were greeted by an interdimensional door that contained strange contraptions that someone like Atticus would love to get his hands on. Cyrus and Atticus both stared at the person that emerged from the door. After the shock wore off, they both stood, drawing their weapons. "State your name so we may speak as friends!" Atticus held his staff out defensively. His curiosity would have to wait. It was difficult to contain his excitement though after the person spoke a language Atticus had never heard before. He had a way to communicate with him potentially, but he would wait to make sure this man was a friend before he tried to communicate.<br/><br/>Cyrus was high on guard. Still, he found himself curious. The man... or creature, judging by the tail... called Wiflor, "Wild Flower." The two names were very similar. Did he know her? Was he one of he kind? The tail seemed rather suspicious. He'd wait though until the creature responded to Atticus. Even as he stepped forward, the two remained on guard. Cyrus moved his hand to the quiver on his back, grabbing hold of one of the arrows between his index and middle fingers. It was that pitch black arrow from before. The one that could kill any creature it struck. Cyrus was clearly not going to take any chances.<br/><br/>He watched the creature closely, ready to notch the arrow and let it loose if he made a threatening move. If they could communicate with this creature, Cyrus had many questions...