Giving a small sigh Kyle replies, “I don’t know what will happen. As for being excitable, yeah they are, but you have to understand we are from a world without magic and have only one race of intelligent beings. How would you react to something you would only expect to ever run across in a nightmare suddenly standing at your front door?”<br/><br/>Before anything else can be said the front door opens and everybody is invited in the house. The police are of course polite and friendly but all about doing their jobs. After exchanging the pleasantries they head to the workshop. Kyle on the other hand is a bit taken back by being included in the ‘you guys’ comment, implying that he is not a local boy. “Mr. Raligh, I was born and raised right here in this town. Your friends with my dad, George Flanagin. I’m Kyle. Ignore the enchanted sword and look at me, biker boots, blue jeans, tee shirt, and leather jacket, arriving here on my Harley Davidson motorcycle. Do I really look like a knight in shining armor from some fantasy realm?”<br/><br/>From another room an almost frantic officer calls out, “Kyle, Giselle, could you please come down here … ah … NOW!”<br/><br/>“I’m sorry Mr. Raligh, I didn’t mean to snap at you. Let me introduce my new … friend. The lovely Giselle.” Kyle says while gesturing and looking towards her with just a hint of lust in his eyes. “Now if you’ll excuse us, it seems the good officers would like our help with your guest.”<br/><br/>Walking quickly to the workshop Kyle comes to an abrupt stop upon seeing the patient laying on the table. “What the hell is that? Is it conscous?”