It was Igor. "You don't have to hit me with things to get my attention you know."
Anakron stared at the loose-eyed man in consternation. "You can see me."
"Of course I can see you!" Igor picked himself up off the ground, reinserting a wayward eyeball, reattaching his right pinky, and lastly adjusting the fit of his left ear which had been hanging precariously by a bit of flesh. Anakron forced himself not to retch.
"Oh." Anakron was momentarily at a loss.
"What's the matter? Did your invisibility potion wear off or something?"
Anakron looked at Igor, agianst his will, afraid he'd see a tooth or nose dangling. The face, thankfully, was staying in place. Except for that dratted eye.
"No. That Dwarf, Minotaur, and Barrow Wight apparently couldn't see me, so I thought that maybe I had been rendered invisisble by some aspect of the anakronism dweomer. Apparently it is not so. But if that is the case, then I was visible to them the whole time and they simply ignored me." This had all been said only half in Igor's direction; Anakron had been speaking just as much to himself. Now he eyed Igor. "But you ignored me too, at first. Why!?" Anakron raised his staff threateningly, Sylvester yowling menacingly.
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