"So..Hi, Vernant," you say, the awkwardness of the situation keeping the air tense, "And uh, Cobalt."
"You didn't come back just to say hello, did you?" Vernant asks speculatively.
"No, I was going to ask Cobalt what the plan for disrupting Brynn's ritual was, specifically. And if he knows where it's going to take place."
"Ah. Well, at least you're kind of smart."
"Vernant, be nice," Cobalt says calmly before turning back to you, "Alright. We're certain the ritual is going to take place in a field not far from here. Brynn needs flat, even ground for the ritual. That and Vernant thinks-"
"Fine, 'knows', that he needs moonbeams to strike the sigils for this particular summon. Something about her being associated with the moon, or tides, or something."
Vernant sighs as he sets down his silverware, placing his head in his hooves.
"I'm bound to an idiot."
"Hey, you know when we're split like this you're the side with all the hard information."
"And you are a blabbermouth," Vernant says hotly, "uri eter as ōgustek ,aw eraweraW!"
There's a loud crash and a blinding light that makes you cover your eyes.
When you can see properly again, there's one and only one Cobalt sitting in the chair across from you.