The lycanthrope gets up and stands in place with a blank expression on his face.
"Are you going to do anything?" Warwick asks with a perplexed look on his face.
"He's under your control. Command him." Cichol informs.
"Okay... Be yourself!"
The lycanthrope blinks as life returns to his eyes.
"I... Uh... Milord! I await your orders!" The lycanthrope states, facing Warwick.
"Um... At ease?"
Cichol visibly facepalms.
"What I do wrong?"
"I shouldn't have to answer that. Here." Cichol states, tossing Warwick a large bag of food.
"Thanks. I'll have him guide me back to you when we need to meet again," Warwick states, walking up the stairs, "Come on Demoko."
Demoko's eyes gloss over as he follows Warwick up the stairs.
Cichol vanishes in disappointment as the monsters head back into the dungeon, carrying their dead.
Warwick stops in his tracks after noticing Demoko's lost gaze.
"Be yourself!"
Life starts returning to Demoko's eyes.
"I'm sorry milord!"
"Always be yourself first. Never lose yourself unless I specifically command you to! Stop taking orders seriously unless I say 'That's an order!', 'That is an order!", or something along those lines. This is all orders!"
Demoko gulps, "Yes, milord!"
"Also, milord bothers me. If you must use a term like that, use 'Master', otherwise just call me Warwick if you need to."
"Yes, master."
Warwick sighs then continues walking up the stairs.
Warwick sees the GM still standing there.
"What are you doing here?"
A few minutes pass by.
"It hasn't even been a minute since you went down there. How did you get the lycanthrope as a pet?"
"Made a deal with Cichol. Got this food too!"
A couple minutes pass.
"Why would you need so much? Won't it go bad for you?"
"This is Tir Na Nog, there is no rot or decay in most situations. Can you take us back to town now?"
A few minutes pass by.
"I can only carry two, can you desummon your pet?"
"Desummon me?" Demoko asks.
"I can try. Return!" Warwick commands, as Demoko disappears, "Huh, neat."
Three minutes later, and the GM's bone dragon appears.
Without hesitation, Warwick climbs on the back of the dragon.
A few minutes later, and the GM climbs on top as well.
Once out of the dungeon, the dragon flies up and heads back into town.
Warwick gets off once the dragon lands in front of the inn.
"Looks like Nora's asleep," Warwick says, walking into the inn.
Warwick freezes for a moment seeing his character still there.
"I don't think I'll get over that," Warwick states before walking up into his room.
"Summon Demoko!"
Demoko appears in the exact position he was in before he disappeared.
"What happened? Where are we?" Demoko asks in concern.
"We're in an inn room in the town Tir Chonaill."
"Master, how did we get here?"
"A dragon. Try not to worry about it too much. This should become normal."
Demoko looks terrified at the idea, as Warwick finishes the cheese and bread off the table.
"Hey, Demoko? Are you okay with your name?"
"I guess, master. It is definitely shorter."
"Shorter than what?"
Demoko's look becomes more puzzled as he tries to think, "I... Cannot remember."
"Huh," Warwick gets lost in thought.
"Demoko, wake me up at 5:45, that's an order!" Warwick commands.
Demoko gulps at the sudden change in tone, "Yes, milord. Did I do something wrong?"
"No, sorry. It seems like if I give you a command, you're forced to follow it. I wanted to use that ability as a clock to make my timing on point. You can feel free to be relaxed around me." Warwick sweetly explains.
"I do not know what it is like to be relaxed."
"That's sad. I know someone who could teach you."
"That would be interesting. Would they not just want me dead for being a fomor?"
"I have the feeling things are about to change. Just trust me," Warwick states, getting into the covers.
Demoko just stands there, not knowing what to do.
"Come here!"
"Yes, milord!" Demoko responds, coming close.
"Lay down."
"What?"
"There's one bed, you need rest too. Lay down."
Demoko's face turns red, "Is this normal for your people?"
"I mean you're my pet, so kind of. Stop making this weird!"
Demoko's ears bend down as he lays down.
Warwick turns the other way and slips into sleep.
Introduction: A Djinn's Wish
Introduction: The Protagonist
Episode One: Nighttime Detour, A Meet With A Djinn
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