"Well, well, well, look who's awake," said the boy in orange clothes. "Another one of those dangerous people. Why are you here?" I guess he's the leader of the group. Like what happened yesterday, our weapons were gone. "Dangerous? We're not dangerous, we're on a quest," I replied. "We mean no harm. You may think that the four of us are threats, but we're not," Lenard added. But the orange boy (I'm gonna call them according to the color of their clothing from now on) yelled, "Silence! Your tricks won't trick us, because we're the only ones who are allowed to do those kinds of tricks. Am I right, boys?" "Yeah!" They said in unison. "Let me ask again, strangers, why are you here?" The orange boy's face came closer to Lenard's. I heard him muttered, "I just got wrecked by a kid." "It's. . . kind of a long story," Chloriette said. "Really?" Asked the orange boy. "We like to hear stories, especially long ones. After that, we'll fall
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