"Ahaha, what did I say? I win!", Salamandor stepped out of Travis' pocket mirror.
"What? You're the only one who died here!", Travis argued.
"Nonsense! Nonsense! Why did you think I tossed you away?", Salamandor tutted, "The real victory is the outcome. Since Wrock decided to back off, it means I get to teach you. Which means the outcome I wanted happened. . . which means I win!"
"Oh whatever!", Travis shook his head, "You're breaking character too, aren't you supposed to be a butler?"
"The outfit is a stylistic choice, it's not my role.", Salamandor adjusted his outfit, "I should make a new clone with a teacher outfit. What do you think, schoolteacher? Maybe we're thinking more drill instructor? We could go more foreign like the higher ranked Crimson Immortals. Follow the paths of the sects as an Elder-"
"How about just Salamandor?", Travis asked.
". . ."
