The Great Wyver

"Oh! No, if you couldn't tell with what that 5-year-old just did, I don't think I can really be pained into submission. I mean, like, go ahead and try. To like, hurt me." He went into a T-Pose.

"C'mon. Or do I really have to bring my Pals into this?"

"Urgh... just tell me how to annoy you."

"YOU'RE CRUSHING ON YOUR SISTER?? THAT'S CRAZY!!" He seemed to be emphasizing those words a lot.

"Ooooo, you have a special someone? Don't worry, I won't tell!" The dragonborn turned away and began writing in a notebook. You couldn't read the words; they were in an unknown language.

"Well, then, what're you looking for? ... Squirt."

"Well, uh, go do what I told then, then. Squirt."

"Five minutes should be enough time to find a hotel, I should think, squirt."

"Ha! Anyways!" He coughed a couple times more, and his voice became properly gruff again. "Anyways... uh, sip person mortal human thing-" He pointed at @Kansas Stormcursed "Where are we. Is there a way to a certain hotel here? Uh, squirt?"

Your skeleton is unbreakable, but all your other body parts become extra-breakable! I wish for a simple mechanical pencil that will not go into any of my bodily parts and not cause me any harm.

It becomes easier- but you just got rejected and blacklisted from every college! I wish for a cool sword.

"Um... I can read it to you? Or if you don't want to, you, can, um, tell me about spren! In good detail!"

"Ah! Are you sure? I can Soothe you, or I have thousands of Mortal Methods(TM) in my co-Notebooks! Here!" She dug in the bag for a moment, before pulling out a smaller notebook labelled MORTAL STUFF - E1

"EVIL RYTHMS?? Why, I assure you, I do not!" She huffed. "Whatever! Since you , however, only halfway answerd my question, I give you ten question free minutes! Done!"

"Ah! Good enough!" She turned at Longinus. "You absorb the soothe, didn't ya? Wow! An investiture-consuming entity! I wonder what this entails! Could it be...." She continued on.

YEAH WOO A FELLOW DR PEPPER PERSON!! Anyways, what's your favorite food?

"Oh! Um... sorry!" Kjaras-Dor finally realized how tired the spren was. "I mean... um... that girl was pretty superficial in what she was telling me... um... do you need, like, an energy boost?"

"Well! Fine! I can play mind games as well!" She coughed. "Actually, since it was only a matter of word and not contract, you have no proof that I actually agreed!" You realize this, and feel a bit more like changing your mind.

"Nerd!? What!? You barely kept your half of the deal! If-if this was a school assignment, you'd get an F minus!" Kjaras-Dor looked at Mercyrose. "Unfair! Besides, this is for Historical record! Very important, that!"

"Well- you can't just tell me to ask a question then leave me on a cliffhanger! That's called a 'scam', I think!"

The humans lost easily, outmatched.

"Pulse? Who's P- oh, right... no more questions... but, do you think you could still give me more details on these 'spren'? I get that they're spirits and all, maybe gods... but... Oh, there's so many questions to ask!" She doesn't even notice it's his tiredness. "Wait? Scadrial's been shattered? Since when? How? I can still feel Harmony, you know! And, please, please, please, tell me what a spren is!" She looked exited, not even a bit anxious.

"Oh. My. RUSTS. HELLO!!" She got a notepad. "Who are you? Are you a 'spren'? How old are you? How did you get here??" "Alright, um... fine. What's a 'spren', and is your Longinus a 'spren'?"

She, however, continued ranting. "Spren seem so interesting! I wonder, is 'Longinus' a spren? What are spren? I've never heard of them back in Scadrial- don't worry, I realize we aren't there anymore! Anyways, I wonder how these spren work! Are they like tools? Are they inanimate? I heard something from Thredre, once, after his Got-Blood? mission, or whatever it was called, to Roshar! He mentioned some spren but didn't elaborate because it would 'take too long', so I guess these spren things are from this 'Roshar'? Wow! I wonder..." She kept on going. She stops talking. Did I just see that? HOLD UP! She turned to the face on the tree and inspected it. "Hell...o?"

bastards!" But the Singers summoned