KEN: That should be far enough.

LYRA: Phew, you we lucky we happened to run into you, Lan.

KEN: Lan?

LANCELOT: That's me, Lancelot.

KEN: Lancelot? Why not "Lance" than...?

POPPY: Have they chased you for a long time? You look like a city dog.

She smells him

POPPY: You smell too good for a rebel.

LANCELOT: Uhm... Thank you?

KEN: Am I the only one bothered by his nickname?

LYRA: As a dog mage, I suppose you've been on their blacklist for a long time.

LANCELOT: I have, are we close to your camp? I've been looking for you for a long time now.

LYRA: It's not that far-

KEN: Hold up!

LYRA: Oh come on Ken, you always do this!

POPPY: Sighs I'll look for more cats...

She walks away

LANCELOT: What's this?

KEN: Three questions.

LANCELOT: Huh?

KEN: Three, questions. How'd the soldiers capture you? As a mage that shouldn't be much of a problem.

LANCELOT: Normally, they wouldn't but, they were hiding amoung the trees. I didn't have the chance to throw even a simple spell.

KEN: Can't you use your mouth for that? I've seen Lyra do it.

LANCELOT: Is that true?

LYRA: I've done it a few times, but it never ends well.

LANCELOT: You must be an amazing sorceress, Lyra, it'd be an honor if you teach me.

KEN: Stop deflecting! How come you hadn't been captured before? Dogs practicing magic has been forbidden for years now.

LANCELOT: Huh... Well, if you wanna here my whole life story, I can go through it.

KEN: Please do.

LYRA: Oh, please do!