Porfirio had tied a bed sheet tightly around his head at eye level and was carrying a big stick that he pointed in the general direction of the naga. Judging by the mud and dirt, he'd tripped a lot on the way over, and the sheet had been tugged to one side just enough to reveal... nothing. There was nothing under there. He was invisible.
"Snake boy. I'm here to make you fix this magic."
The naga didn't answer, curled up in a ball under an impressive mound of furs and blankets. Judging by the weird purr/growl noise he was making, he was asleep.
Either he was still hibernating, or sleeping off a particularly large meal.















