<br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/DyTRWNE.jpg)<br/></div><br/>The head of the spoon gave a quizzical tilt at Valna's words, an eyebrow materializing just to raise upwards in confusion, "Ah, I see." she said when Valna finally circled around to saying they should be friends, which the mimic seemed to understand more than everything else the thief had been spewing, "of course, I would love to be friends Master. Oh, my apologies, Master<em>Valna</em>" she corrected herself, though still not quite understanding what Valna meant.<br/><br/><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/YMM6Uxr.jpg)</div><br/>It was difficult to get a proper read on the corn field. After all it was, by design, just row after row of neatly lined, near identical stalks of corn, a long blur of yellow and green. However as her eyes were on the verge of crossing she spotted something, a sudden rustle in the corn on the far end of the field. It was almost too faint to make out from where they were standing, but she had definitely seen it, and no other farm hands were standing anywhere close to that spot. It was the first sign of the creature's presence, though there was no telling how much time they had to get there before the trail went cold.