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Fred decided to maintain and do some quick rummaging. Inside his ruck he
found: a set of iron spikes, two torches, a mirror, some iron rations, a
lantern, oil, leather gloves, washcloth, armour shine cloth, his map, a
daggar, some tabac, bandages, a large bottle of alcohol, and other staples
of dungeon crawling - but no Velus. Fred realized the stalwart pup must
have remained at the residence where Astra was captured. Deciding that
Velus would be safer there rather than traipsing about searching for the
Chaos Dimension, Fred tossed all of his belongings back in his rucksack
and put it on his shoulders. Then he put his towel on like a scarf. He was
standing on an odd metallic platform that stretched on as far as the eye
could see. Strange metal beasts plowed the starry sky above, and all
around Fred shone the lights of a hundred little shops like the Taco Hell.
None of this was confusing to Fred anymore. He had long ago stopped
believing the Universe made any sense. Then some weird lookin' dudes strolled up to Fred "Ey mister, give us some credits so we can buy crack, yo!" Fred raised an eyebrow "Credit? Crack? Good sir, I fear I have no idea of what you speak." "Ey maricone read my lips... give... me... crack!!" Fred suddenly felt something heavy and blunt pound the back of his head. When Fred woke up, he was laying on the ground - and he was stripped down to his underwear. The ruffians had even taken Fred's towel. Fred realized he had been robbed.
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