HoM[M]ie
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The guard carefully examines Heimyr, and then gestures for him to follow.
As he enters the luxurious apartments, the ogre says in a rough, loud voice:
- My dear, it's your turn.
Heavy footsteps echo, and then... a Hydra enters the hall. The same one he saw in the swamp, but with one difference: each of its heads was familiar to Heimyr - each belonged to one of his new friends. Nokou, Alko, Matthias, Reynold, Anpeitu, Kerlian, Anter, May A'aren Card - they were all here.
Out of habit, Heimyr reached for his hammer, but, finding nothing, he remained standing there, stunned, with his mouth open. Everything around seemed to slow down and lose its color - apparently, due to the shock of what he saw. The Hydra slowly shifted from one foot to the other and swayed its necks, the heads of his friends staring at Heimyr.
- Guys, what's wrong with you? - those were the only words that came to the stunned dwarf's mind, and he stared at the hydra, unable to move.
aka Sir Holmes aka David Jones.
