Timon, dangling by his tail in Vyers’ hold, innocently slurped another Dry Worm he had found in the demons inventory into his mouth. He wasn’t completely sure how he had gotten out of the mysterious dark space, nor how he had gotten in, only that it had to do with Vyers. He didn’t carry a bag or have particularly deep pockets but at the time being, the meerkat supposed it didn’t really matter. He could always ask Vyers later and besides, there were more pressing matters at hand like where in Castle Oblivion they were. This place, this was not where they had been a moment ago. It was dark, eerie, and had a cool chill in the air that gave Timon the creeps. He looked around nervously, subconsciously fluttering his newly fashioned wings.

“Doesn’t look like anyone’s here.” The meerbat spoke up. “Oh well! We tried. Looks like we’ll have to try again later. Let’s go home.” Turning to look at the others, Timon gave out a cry in fright. These weren’t the same people he had been with a second ago! The meerkat turned bat fluttered about wildly in Vyers' hold, scrambling to get away from the menacing party that had perused him.