There was a moment of silence. And when Atticus was sure he didn't sense any ill intentions coming from him, he reached out and accepted the box.
He opened it, and the scent of nature burst out, slamming against his face.
"Yep. That's it alright," Whisker confirmed.
"Thank you. Here's your money." Atticus stretched out his arm but Niacin stopped him.
"Think of this as an apology for this incident." He said, and just as Atticus was about to speak, he bowed. "Then, until we meet again, Baron Atticus."
Niacin vanished the next moment, and a voice echoed from the stairs leading to the basement.
"I can sense people down here! Be quick!"
"We have to go."
Atticus' will enveloped the group, and as they began to vanish, Whisker suddenly had a realization.
"By the way, since when is your will purple?"
They vanished, just as multiple figures clad in golden armor burst into the room.
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