Wilderlands Network

Right, so. Introductions. [Polite thing to do.] Name's Blackbeard!

[There's an odd pause here, like he's grown used to waiting out some kind of reaction. Metaphorical cricket chirping. The mirror continues to float in place, fuck all happens, and Ed fills the space by clearing his throat.]

Got wind of the basics here; pretty elaborate stitch up. Only, no one's been around to kick my teeth in for doing, uh, basically nothing, there's free food, free rooms, a ton of random cool shit- so what's the catch?

Little pixies gonna try to poke my eyes out with sticks if I don't help the magic talking trees? Not saying I'm totally opposed, just, you know, looking for an honest well-informed risk assessment type deal of what's at stake here. Alright. Uh, thanks. Done.

[Ed claps his hands together and stands up, then awkwardly strides forward to grab the mirror out of the air.]

Man, I dunno, feels fuckin' ridiculous talking to an empty room-