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After having gulped down of the now lukewarm broth, Lewin grabs the fork in a fist and is about to dig in when the man talks again. He makes a face, giving the clown a suspicious look.

"He's dead," he bluntly says.

He's patient as always in the thoughtful silence, though he can only imagine what's going through Lewin's busy little head.

"Aren't you clever! Indeed I a- UWAH! Be careful!" A quick adjustment in temperature via some hastily manifested ice cubes.

Smaller in stature but no less of a handful; Osceola really had his work cut out for him back then. "Goodness me. Yes, I'm a demon. And you, my boy, are Lewin Light. I've heard many a story about you from your father."