Stiffen up when he comes ovah, an' I glare at him.

"And it rather sucks having that memory stuck in my head. But I was not there. I did not arrive in Excolo properly until three years ago come September. Around the time they had all that trouble over at the Abbey with the nightmares and dreams, and the carnival rolled out?"

Narrow my eyes an' look at him. True enough, he don't feel quite the same as he did when we first met. But I know that monstahs are pretty good at hiding themselves, often enough.

"You claimin' you ain't him? So who are you?"