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Barely a few feet away stood the local Chipsqueek, Gideon Winters. He'd been standing there watching Rudolf for just as long as the Dwarf had been standing there staring at the town. His expression was twisted in angry confusion, as he wasn't quite sure what he was looking at. He had to give a quick look around to make sure he wasn't the only one seeing this, but no one else in the plaza seemed to care. An invasion of tiny zombies had started and no one seemed to care! WHAT WAS GOING ON.

Quickly snapping out of his thoughts and onto the alert as Rudolf finally began moving towards the bench, Gideon cautiously followed. The zombie's blood lust could kick in at any moment, he had to be careful. He could be today's big hero and save Selphia from the zombie! It was the perfect chance to prove himself. Even if the zombie wasn't necessarily doing anything bad... It was undead, that was bad enough in itself!

"--Oi, little zombie! You get out of this town! You gotta be properly alive if you wanna sit on that bench!"

Gideon blinked as the zombie sneezed, quickly backing away in disgust to avoid any undead germs. "Ugh, really?" He muttered, taking a moment to make sure he didn't get any of it on him. Glancing around, it seemed there was still no one interested in what was going on. This is how zombie apocalypses start, people. A little zombie waddles into your town plaza, sneezes all over everything, and no one cares. Classic horror movie set up.

"Dwarf, little, same thing." Gideon huffed, waving a hand in disinterest. "Wait, that wasn't zombie talk... Zombies groan and try to nibble on you... "Oh, so you're not a zombie, then. Why didn't you just say so?!" The half-monster huffed, as if Rudolf had somehow offended him with his own misconception. "You can't just stand around in the middle of a town letting people think you're a zombie, it's rude!" He continued, pointing an accusing finger at the Dwarf. "What are you just standing around in the middle of the town for, anyway? You some other kind of freak? Where are your parents?" He questioned. He had apparently gone from thinking Rudolf was a little zombie to thinking he was a lost child.

"Where should you start..?" Gideon parroted, looking at Rudolf as if he'd asked the dumb question of the century. "What, are you not from around Selphia?" He added, idly scratching at the back of his neck as he tried to figure out the enigma of the child he was speaking to.

"..Never mind that, are you sick or something? Ugh, you can't just go around getting your germs on everyone you know. If I get sick, It'll be your fault!" He snapped, crossing his arms over his chest as he finished his rant. Then pausing again, he seemed to consider the situation once more.

As far as Gideon was able to figure out, he was speaking to a lost child whom had probably been out lost in the woods, caught a cold, and wandered into Selphia. Of course, this was all entirely assumed from the Half-Monster's own style of logic.

But what had a child been doing lost in the woods? Maybe he was separated from his parents. The kid had never actually answered about his parents, though. Did he have any? Maybe he was raised by forest critters! That would explain the cold, forest critters are terrible at keeping their health up. Hmmm...

"Alright! I'll get you a room at the inn and some medicine. I should just pawn you off on some authorities, so you better be thankful that I'm taking care of this, myself!" He snapped, holding out a hand for the child to take, to lead him to the inn. He really didn't understand the concept of Dwarves...

"What're you allergic to fur or something? Then the hell're you letting forest critters raise you for, then?" Gideon snapped in confusion, once again forgetting to keep his thoughts separate from facts. "Whatever, just don't sneeze on me." He repeated, leading the 'child' along through the streets until they reached the Inn. Leading Rudolph into the building, he paused to dig in his pocket for some spare change to rent the kid a room for the day. Approaching the counter, he explained the situation to the best of his understanding. "I found this lost kid that I think was raised by forest critters. He doesn't know what to do, so I'm renting him a room."

"Gideon, that's a Dwarf."

"That's rude, he's standing right here." Gideon huffed in reply, almost as slow as Rudolph on the uptake.

"No. Gideon. That's not a child, that's a full grown Dwarven male."

Gideon blinked, the words finally seeming to click in his mind. "...That... Would explain why he kept telling me he was a Dwarf, huh."

"Indeed it would. So, how're you doing today, Sir? I'm sorry you got dragged along by Gideon, here. He means well."

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