"Glint! It's good to see you," Eva exclaimed. "I've been enjoying your additions to our little collection." She patted the Book of the Forgotten. "Though, it makes me sad to think of all those poor lost souls, driven mad by this or that. Even if they are just tall tales."
"Actually," Glint chirped, "the Guardian and I are close to proving once and for all that the Headless Ones are real!"
"My goodness." Eva shook her head in disbelief. "Then again, I shouldn't be surprised. This system keeps getting stranger and stranger."
Just then, a Guardian wearing a ferocious chicken mask offered Eva some candy. She politely declined.
"Yeah, but they can't hold a candle to the City—there's no one stranger than us," Glint said.
They giggled like schoolchildren, and for a moment, all their worries were forgotten.