The Town of Toren

[Frisk E. Coyote]

Renzo rubbed the back of his head, grimacing embarrassedly. "Oh, Na-Ja's my friend! I suppose he's got privileges! Haha!" He chuckled lightheartedly. "Oh poor Na-Ja, thousands of years? It must've been lonely." He sympathized with the Djinn, as he himself had been forced to keep to himself most of the time because he was caught talking to figments of his imagination. It was a boring existence, not to mention sexually frustrating. "Anyway Damien, what about we search around the the mansion together? We can watch each others' backs. I tried to get in there months ago, but I just couldn't take a step inside! It'd be a great place to start looking for something to work with, right?"