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A small, dumpy racoon morph was looking at them. "This is a garbage pit,
newbie. Evil wizards throughout the ages have dumped their failed
experiments here. But that dragon and a few of his buddies decided this
place needs some domestication before someone comes along and organizes
the place. So they still dump their refuse here, but now it's just
some of the noble high and mighty muckety mucks who they want to get rid
of."
Fred thought. "What about the creatures that patrol the beach? Wouldn't any leader face trouble from that end?" "Easy." said the racoon. "The dragons have been trying to find a way to get rid of them. Easier to let some expenable knight do it. And any plan that does get rid of them will be messaged off to the lands past the Northern wastes, so those things gaurding the lands of O'c'knar can be wiped out." "How do you know so much?" Fred asked. "I talk to everyone. And sometimes, the observers the dragon sends to the island, well, they don't come back." Fred threw up his arms and stalked away. "I'm a furry experiment." Alicia rushed to catch up to him. "It's not too bad. We stay away from the beach and the orc held areas, we have a pretty decent life on our hands." "You don't understand, Alicia." Fred said. "That...that's not how I am. I need to explore. I need to get out there! Before the king sent me to the dragon's caves, I responsible for charting ten thousand miles of the Unknown Regions!" "If you charted them, wouldn't they be the known regions?" Alicia smiled. "Well. No. We don't tell anyone. That ten thousand miles is what's responsible for the dragon not being able to drop giant boulders on the castle from two miles off. But we're digressing." Fred picked up a stick and thumped a tree trunk with it. "I can't...I won't sit still. Heck, I had already charted the entire castle from top turret to Sub-Basement 2X14!" "2X14?" Alicia had a suprised look "Oh yeah. It used to be a storage room. Had these bracelets that magically stopped crossbows, a lantern that warns of the future and a baby carriage with wings...hey! You distracted me again!" "Fred, Fred, Fred. This might be just what the healer ordered. You are s-t-r-e-s-s-e-d!" "But I see no ropes." "No, silly. Stressed. You need a vacation. Look, it doesn't really matter if you can't get off the island right now. Look at those shoulders. Look at that posture. You need a week off your ... paws and to sleep around the clock."
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