Blacksmith
Tonight, we hunt Outsiders!
The Rhino's snorted and stomped and alongside all the other beasts, entered the briefcase. The last to go was a lazy pelican, who landed atop the case itself as it warbled at the wizard.
A frustrated sigh echoed from behind Newt.
"Every single time. You'd think Monopoly or Clue would be standard choices for a rec room. But nooooo, we have to have a cursed game that draws the bloody, African jungle direct to the mortal plane!"
The voice was surprisingly deep for the body it came from. He looked ten years old at most, but the eyes were old and cynical that only came with experience.

"Damned beasts. Puts me off my crossword every time. So."
He eyed the wizard up and down before giving a curt nod.
"That was somewhat prepared. Do you walk around all the time, expecting a cavalcade of rhino to come blundering in?"
@Lucky
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