When I saw the ancient sword swinging toward me, I had the sudden urge to grab it and keep it. Somehow it seemed like a natural thing to do. I wondered if "imps" take things from people, but quickly returned from my musings to the situation at hand. The sword stopped swinging, so I waited to see what would happen next. I wasn't about to tell the fiesty chap that I didn't sneak up on him, I just walked like normal with my "Poof!" on ([color:"pink"]See footnote[/color]).
When he asked a flurry of who, why, what questions, I replied: "Sorry, so sorry, I did not mean to startle you. I just heard your loud crashing noises as you stormed through the forest, and thought I should see who was making all that racket." I smiled a friendly, but slightly defensive smile.
Meanwhile, the woman did not budge from her hiding place. I could see an image of her walking out from behind a tree, but it was wrong somehow. No smell, no heat, like an illusion or something. And she came out from the wrong tree, too. "Oh, well," I thought, "I'll play along" and stood beside the not-quite-her.
"I don't remember seeing you at the confer-something. Hmm, conferent? conifer? entrance? ... No matter. Are you the guy who wore the Larian T-Shirt?" I waited for an answer and continued innocently admiring the ancient sword.
[color:"pink"]Footnote: I did not know at the time that I was invisible, odor-free, heatless, and noiseless while Poofing. After all, I'd only been an imp for a total of half an hour.[/color]
