"Took you long enough to get back," I mutter, glaring at Toadstool as he approached. There was a stranger with him, who looked a little like Bergamot.
"This is Basil, I assume?" Toadstool nodded, removing his cloak, and putting it on Basil. "So, where to next?" I ask, but Toadstool doesn't answer, merely walking on. I follow, wondering what Toadstool is thinking, as we leave the town behind.
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