Right. Amongst the pumpkin goo littering the lawn a form rises up. A piece of goo falls off "Pixies oh how I hate them so" he says as he spits out pumpkin seeds.


The lady takes one more look at Miradal and runs her hand through the money scooping it all out of the briefcases "No you may not have my name." she says hopping into the shadows. In a moment she's gone.