Scar and Bdubs were once again pressed against a secret passageway, listening to one of Cleo's conversations. This time, it wasn't in their house- it was in Martyn's house, where he lived alone. Every few months, they went to see him. This wasn't one of their regularly scheduled visits though: it was a special one. The conversation was much like the one Cleo had had with B. It started off the same way: 

"A few weeks ago we had some visitors."

"Oh no, not TIES."

"Worse."

"Wait- no way."

"Yep. Bad boys."

Ou cousins- scar mentally substituted in.

"How many?"

"All three."

"And they're angry  with me, Martyn. You know that. But then something happened, something they've never done before- they asked to see the kids."

"Your kids."

"Yes"

"And now there's another reason why they're angry with me."

"Why? Did the kids misbehave?"

"No. They asked why I had never let them see the kids- their cousins- before."

"Yes, good, we agreed we wouldn't let them. What did you say?"

"Nothing- they figured it out. So I'm scared."

"We'll keep the kids safe. We have to, for their own sakes."

"But- B told me that they have- they have Lifesavers, and Netherite."

"Well, if they use the lifesavers they won't be our problem. But Netherites bad. Gosh. I think you should go."

Scar heard the footsteps and raced up the stairs, then leaned against the wall like he was talking. 

"We're going." said Cleo firmly. "I just know somethings going to happen if we don't get home- come on, hurry! You may think I'm crazy but we have to go. 

( Ik this bit isn't cannon but still)

As Scar got closer and closer to the house, he noticed something strange. "The doors open."

"What?" said Cleo frantically. "Can you see who's inside?" 

Scar knew the answer before he looked through the door, and he was not happy about it. 

Sitting on the table, swinging his legs and causally sharpening his sword, was Grian.