Ben followed him, and they all shuffled into the tiny house. It was scorching hot and he returned to the fire. “You’ll never meet another like me,” he said gruffly.
He frowned, looking at the fire. “The Ortus is what keeps our entire universe in balance,” he said. “People shouldn’t be triflin’ with it.”
"That's we are looking for people to restore it back to normal," she said nervously, folding her hand.
He squinted before pulling a giant battle ax from his wall, and placing it on his back. “Fine. Fine. If yeh ask me, no one should be using Magyck. It belongs to the world.”
Puck was glowering, but Ben seemed to share her enthusiasm. “That’s excellent Mr...?” “Jangles,” the dwarf said, opening the door. “Boris Jangles.”
“It’s good to meet you, Mr. Jangles,” Ben said. “My name is Benedict. This is Calliope, and that is Puck.” “Don’t really care, to be honest,” Boris said, heading for the door.
Puck squinted a little. “So, Boris,” he said languidly. “How long have you been out here?” “Longer than you’ve been alive, elf.”
