He had been lost in these woods for weeks, or so he thought. Every time he woke up he felt disoriented and having a hard time remembering how many days passed since he last opened his eyes. His old watch didn't work, the stars in this new sky weren't the ones he knew, and they seemed to change position every night. Flalir, the living shard of abyssal fire that inhabited his pipe was very lazy, but since they arrived here it hadn't woken up even once, like it had fallen into a deep state of lethargy. Flairl! He exclaimed nervously. The Pipe gave off a powerful spark and the wisp of magic that was the little creature came out of it stretching and flaming with intensity. With that gesture, three glowing glyphs appeared in the air as if a ghost rancher had branded an invisible cow's ass with a red-hot iron.
Bust dimensions: 3.2 x 2.1 inches
Background dimensions: 9.4 x 3,6 inches
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