Separate names with a comma.
"I... it... I-I... B-B-Bolt..." Narrowleaf couldn't speak, but clearly meant what he was trying to say.
"Well, let's go home." Narrowleaf said as he began to trot.
"I... uh... Okay. You want to spend the night too, Flitter?"
"B-Bolt... I'm so sorry..." Narrowleaf responded.
Narrowleaf just stood there, mouth open and confused.
"Y-yeah. I mean, if you two want to, also..." Narrowleaf said.
"Ehh... Okay. Let's go!" Narrowleaf responded.
"Th-thanks... but what should we do n-now?" Narrowleaf asked.
"Brisk... I'm sorry. For... everything... " Narrowleaf said, fighting back tears. *Gotta... Stay... Strong...* He thought to himself.
Instead of responding with the words he carefully chose, Narrowleaf made a faint squeak sound.
"I... Dammit Bolt!! Wh-why didn't you tell us?!" Narrowleaf called (Also raising the dead and necromancy are basically the same thing)
"War...? Are the Lunar Knights coming for revenge? Or the New Solar Empire?" Narrowleaf asked, nervously.
"Look at us, the three best emotionally unstable friends!!" Narrowleaf said, grinning.
"Y-yeah. Th-that's exactly it. We'd just destroy ourselves without you..." Narrowleaf said, taking a few steps back.
Okay. You sir, are in.
"Brisk... We..." Narrowleaf hugged Brisk. "Wh-why... leave us?"
