Chapter twenty one: Mosscreeps

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(Yes hello I am back from the dead. Idk if anyone even reads this.)

Tiso had been good company once Quirrel figured out how to ignore his stubborn comments. Tiso had been complaining about every little thing. "My feet hurt!" or "This place is too calm for my liking." He would say stuff like that every minute or so. Quirrel would just sigh and ignore him. Once Tiso got the hint that he couldn't annoy Quirrel or do whatever the heck he was trying to do, he just walked in silence. Quirrel could still see him pouting once and awhile, but at least he wasn't complaining. They finally reached a resting place and decided to relax and call it a night. When Quirrel finally awoke, he noticed Tiso was still sleeping soundly. Quirrel didn't know what time it was but he knew it wasn't early anymore. He shook Tiso awake. Nothing. The ant must've been a deep sleeper. He shook harder and finally, the warrior stirred. He mumbled something Quirrel couldn't understand. "C'mon, we gotta get moving." Quirrel said. Tiso blinked and mumbled something. "I can't understand you if you speak that quietly." He said. "...fine" Tiso muttered. He got up, grabbed his shield and joined Quirrel outside. A small critter emerged from the ground. Tiso jumped and let out a yelp. "It's just a Mosscreep Tiso." Quirrel told him. "It just startled me..." 

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