Arlyle held up the badger, glaring at him. “Who are you? Who sent you? How do you know I exist?” “Ari!” Bethany gasped. “He wants something!” Arlyle snapped. “And seems to know who I am. He even knows my nickname!” “I said it!” Bethany said. The badger gurgled something. Arlyle looked at him, and realized she was squeezing too tight for him to breathe. She loosened her grip, and he repeated. “Thelonius Bricklebook, the fourth. […]