Not that one

The stren baritone voice Sora had heard the last time he was in Warrick’s house was a complete contrast to the person before him. He had expected an equally stern man with an intimidating build and sharp exterior but Warrick was a plum and short man with a hairline that began to recede ages ago and a huge mustache he obviously was in denial about...All qualities he knew he had seen somewhere before.

“Who are you?” Warrick demanded as he moved even closer to them.

“Messengers—Visitors ” Sora and Aridah replied respectively.

They exchanged questioning looks and looked back at Warrick with awkward smiles

“Visitors—Messengers” Once again their eyes met.

Warrick raised his gun an inch higher and closer to their faces. “I will not ask again, who are you?”

This time Sora looked to Aridah as if to give her the floor. “Please tell him who we are.”

Aridah cleared her throat and stepped forward from behind Sora, but not close enough to be in Warrick’s line of sight. “We are messengers who are vi