“It looked like a person?” Wyndham said, uncertain. “But I couldn’t get a good enough look at them.”
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Mago’s sword passed harmlessly through the air. The laughter started up again, and a figure started to fade into view in front of her.
He was around 5’9, and dressed something like a pilot, with a blue aviator’s cap and gray goggles, a white shirt, spenders, a comically large belt, and knee high boots. His eyes had no pupils or irises; they were a blank, shining white, with dark circles lining them.
A smirk crossed his face. “To what do I owe the pleasure of having visitors?” he asked the group. He had a relatively deep voice, as well as a British accent.