Original Spell: Inference
Jake sensed the approaching supernatural aura more than he saw it. When he considered drawing his sword, a small, wrinkled, turd-green alien was already standing in front of him, staring at him with gloomy yellow eyes.
Master and disciple stared into each other's eyes with an unnerving poignancy until...
"What's up?"
Cekt Mogusar broke the silence with a shamelessness befitting his image.
Jake was dumbfounded and rubbed his eyes twice to make sure he hadn't imagined the alien opposite him. Finally convinced that he was not dreaming, he probed curiously,
"What are you doing here, master?"
" So what?! I don't even have the right to come and save my disciple now?" The little creature took offense, brandishing his cane grandly.
Jake broke out in a cold sweat as he saw the alien's outburst and quickly corrected himself.
"Of course not, master. You are free to do as you please..."
Thinking of something, Jake suddenly made sense of what had just happened and asked more politely,