Hargreaves nervously looked at the vague figure behind the fog, his mind racing. He didn't know how many questions he had available to him. What if the figure stopped answering after the very first question?
What should he ask? Should he ask about the purple of Obsidian? Should he ask about what benefits this place had? Or should he ask why the shadowy figure was so large and so oddly shaped?
As a Chihuahua, Hargreaves was much smaller, and way too differently shaped than the shadowy figure.
Ultimately, he decided to be as generic as possible with his question, so that he could get the longest answer.
"What's the purpose of Obsidian?" Hargreaves asked.
