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A man in a grand sitting room sitting in a deep armchair in front of a fireplace where, despite the fine weather and time of day, a fire was roaring.
Sigismund was bored, he hadn't left the house for days and their supply of firewood were running low. He held out a piece of burnt meat to Wolfgang who nibbled on it, at least the rat didn't seem to, as they say, miss the thrill of the hunt. Sigismund wanted to get out of the house, there was nothing for him to do here, he couldn't work in his laboratory until they had rebuilt that wing of the house again. It had burnt pretty good last time but the formula was volatile and it quickly got out of hand, he was going to remember that recipe for later.
Sigismund was disturbed in his thoughts as a tray clattered on the table nearby.
"Your tea is served, m'lord" the servant announced and left the room in a hurry.
Sigismund got out of the chair and walked over to the table, Wolfgang scuttling up his arm to perch on his shoulder. He started to pour himself a cup of the liquid from the teapot when his eyes were drawn to a piece of paper, folded in half, next to the saucer. Sigismund picked it up and unfolded it, reading what had been written on it carefully and then read it again. He turned and, making Wolfgang squeak because of his sudden movement, ran out of the room, down the stairs to the hallway where he donned his hat and cloak and picked up his bag as he yelled to whomever certainly were listening.
"Bring out the horses, ready the cart, rally the men and prepare the wagons to follow behind... we have a chanter to burn!"
Moments later they were on the road, moving at full speed towards this town where apparently a chanter had done quite a display in broad daylight. Sigismund hadn't been in those parts for some years now so there had certainly been some rebuilding done, Sigismund liked rebuilding and development, it made it feel like a cycle of sorts.
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A ship comes into port after a long journey across the seas and and many shady characters disperse on the docks after many weeks away from shore. Under the surface different creature releases it's clasp around the ships keel and swims to shore.
Crawling up onto the pier Murky Waters, It which clouds their eyes drew a deep breath.
There was a big fish around here somewhere, he could feel it, but he had more important business to tend too. He started crawling along the docks until he came upon a market stall.
The Merchant was unsettled by the way this fin was looking at him, with those big eyes and sharp teeth. Although he decided not to let a business opportunity go to waste so he offered his potential customer a closer look at his wares.
Murky Waters decided that this man of land wanted something from him, he didn't understand the exact words used but he was certain he wanted his fish. Murky Waters lined up a fine pair of of fishes on the market stall and because this man had gotten something that belonged to Murky Waters he took a shiny something from the man and continued crawling along the docks.
All of a sudden there was a commotion behind him and Murky saw a group of men coming at him yelling. Murky waters had already shared his fish and didn't want to give up the rest to these men who surely wanted some of it so he scuttled down an alley and ran deeper into the harbor.
Sigismund was bored, he hadn't left the house for days and their supply of firewood were running low. He held out a piece of burnt meat to Wolfgang who nibbled on it, at least the rat didn't seem to, as they say, miss the thrill of the hunt. Sigismund wanted to get out of the house, there was nothing for him to do here, he couldn't work in his laboratory until they had rebuilt that wing of the house again. It had burnt pretty good last time but the formula was volatile and it quickly got out of hand, he was going to remember that recipe for later.
Sigismund was disturbed in his thoughts as a tray clattered on the table nearby.
"Your tea is served, m'lord" the servant announced and left the room in a hurry.
Sigismund got out of the chair and walked over to the table, Wolfgang scuttling up his arm to perch on his shoulder. He started to pour himself a cup of the liquid from the teapot when his eyes were drawn to a piece of paper, folded in half, next to the saucer. Sigismund picked it up and unfolded it, reading what had been written on it carefully and then read it again. He turned and, making Wolfgang squeak because of his sudden movement, ran out of the room, down the stairs to the hallway where he donned his hat and cloak and picked up his bag as he yelled to whomever certainly were listening.
"Bring out the horses, ready the cart, rally the men and prepare the wagons to follow behind... we have a chanter to burn!"
Moments later they were on the road, moving at full speed towards this town where apparently a chanter had done quite a display in broad daylight. Sigismund hadn't been in those parts for some years now so there had certainly been some rebuilding done, Sigismund liked rebuilding and development, it made it feel like a cycle of sorts.
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A ship comes into port after a long journey across the seas and and many shady characters disperse on the docks after many weeks away from shore. Under the surface different creature releases it's clasp around the ships keel and swims to shore.
Crawling up onto the pier Murky Waters, It which clouds their eyes drew a deep breath.
There was a big fish around here somewhere, he could feel it, but he had more important business to tend too. He started crawling along the docks until he came upon a market stall.
The Merchant was unsettled by the way this fin was looking at him, with those big eyes and sharp teeth. Although he decided not to let a business opportunity go to waste so he offered his potential customer a closer look at his wares.
Murky Waters decided that this man of land wanted something from him, he didn't understand the exact words used but he was certain he wanted his fish. Murky Waters lined up a fine pair of of fishes on the market stall and because this man had gotten something that belonged to Murky Waters he took a shiny something from the man and continued crawling along the docks.
All of a sudden there was a commotion behind him and Murky saw a group of men coming at him yelling. Murky waters had already shared his fish and didn't want to give up the rest to these men who surely wanted some of it so he scuttled down an alley and ran deeper into the harbor.
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