[Well someone has been walking around, evidently as lost as Cosmo. In fact, it seems they've come even later than the dog, brushing dirt off their pristine white uniform. Seems Japanese, if anyone particularly cared.
His eyes narrow and he looks around.]
That's not Lord Zundar. Who are you? Where are you?
no subject
His eyes narrow and he looks around.]
That's not Lord Zundar. Who are you? Where are you?