(1) [IAN crouches against a tree as a rustling in the bushes nears]
LIGASHA – I think it’s through here.
(2) [DYTH emerges from the bushes]
(3)
IAN (grinning evilly) – Oh, it’s one of you.
DYTH – Who are you?
LIGASHA (emerging from the bushes) – Run, Dyth!
one of you – Pentapede Nation #117 transcribed by in
