“What do you mean you’re not alone?!” I asked excitedly, as a shiver ran down my spine.
“There’s a Dustablon in here. I can’t believe they found me. It’s all my fault... I shouldn’t have brought you into this.”
Suddenly, I didn’t feel like Ventmin was the cute little helpful man/elf I thought he was.
“Continue!”
“Well, back home, in Ventland, we were raised on Dustablon meat. We didn’t know they were so intelligent! After years of being hunted, they started fighting back. And they won! They ran us all out of our homes and we scattered into different vents around the world. It appears they’ve sent out agents to get information about where we all are. They gave me one final chance to tell them where my father, the leader of the VentPeople, is located. I can’t give him up! I can’t!!!”
“I’ll help you. Just stay out here with me. I’m sure I can defeat a small little piece of dust.”
“You don’t understand. Your human eyes can’t see them because they’re so small. They’ll get into your nose and start attacking your brain. You can see them best when they’ve all gathered together and combined themselves. They get to be the size of dust bunnies!”
“Now I’m scared!”
Ventmin continues tonight!