"I still don't understand how this happened," the being within the group's leader said. "How could you not have sensed one of our own?"
"I told you," one of the men growled back. "There wasn't anything to sense."
Before they could escalate further the littlest girl said. "What if he carries one of the old ones?"
They all turned to her. "Are you as young as your host? The old ones are a fairy tale for the young."
"This girl witnessed strange behavior even before you two came to call us forth." She said. "Search your host's memories, I'm sure you'll find something as well."
Several paused and seemed to look inward.
"He was strange," the leader girl said. "But many humans are strange."
"The old ones are a myth," another insisted, but it didn't look so sure anymore.
***Author's Note***
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