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Sage gave Ishmael a rather awkward look as he walked up to them, smiling all the way. Just the sight of it was… Horribly unnerving.. Ish *never* smiled. At least, not that way. He did tend to give the occasional, ill-intent filled smirk… Something had to be wrong.. He looked at Ishmael just a bit more awkwardly, his left eyebrow crawling up his face as the boy told the woman who’d opened the door a rather ridiculous story and asked for food. Anyone with even a bit of sense would know that there were no bus stations anywhere close to this particular part of nowhere… And Sage and Max were pretty openly carrying their only bags.

Still, to Sage’s surprise, the woman bought the story. She invited them inside, but not before introducing herself as “Aunty Em”. As they walked inside, upon her invitation, Sage couldn’t help but here the familiar click of a dead-bolt sliding into place behind them. Aunty Em then passed them up on their way through the warehouse, seemingly in a hurry to reach the little dining room in the back. They walked rather slowly, Sage taking a bit of time to notice the various details of the statues that filled the warehouse. All of them had a wicked amount of detail.. Perfect recreations of people, satyrs, and even a few greek-looking monsters. A bit.. Too perfect.. Most of the ones in the warehouse had shocked, startled looks on their faces.

“Aunty Em…” He said under his breathe, the gears of his mind starting to crank. Of course, that was when Ish hissed at them, or mostly him, in a not too inconspicuous way; "Medusa, don't look at her head uncovered. Strike when I do, especially you Dead boy." Aunty Em.. Aunty *M*.. The gears in his mind stopped cranking as the little bulb in his mind finally flickered on. “Gods dammit..” He whispered under his breathe as Ish moved forward, behind the monsterous Aunty Em, who was already setting out food as they entered the dining area. Sage pulled his ring from his finger, producing SoulRender, as Ishmael pulled out some weird sword with a wicked curve that he’d never seen before. When did he get his hands on that…? Oh well, it didn’t matter. Sage stepped alongside Ish, as quietly as he possibly could, and stabbed at Aunty Em’s mid-section with his black blade, squeezing his eyes shut all the while.