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The rusted metal from the boat scraped along the sandy terrain as Trace dragged it up off the shore and on to the bank. “Hide it,” muttered Seran. “We don’t want it getting stolen, it’s our only way home”. Trace nodded his head in acknowledgement and placed the boat behind a small shrub overhanging the water. The bank was sharp and steep and would make it hard for any individual to thieve it, but Seran was very cautious these days. Lynx grabbed the swag of equipment from the floor and made his way up to the town. “Not so quick!” uttered Sata. “We got to get this plan in order first”. Lynx let go of the grassy slope and slid back down to the rest of the group. Trace placed his hand in to his ripped slacks and pulled out a dirty portion of paper, he straightened it and placed it on a solid rock surface by his side. “Seran, Lynx, Sata, this is where we are currently positioned” Trace explained to them, as he placed a small pebble on the torn map indicating their location. “We don’t have much time to prepare, feast time is almost over” Trace continued. “These men are twice the size of us, but are also twice as rich as us, if we want to eat sometime soon this is what we have to do”. The gashing stream next to them and the echo of distant music from the great feast above accompanied his voice. The night was wintry and misty and bellowed an eerie feeling over the valley. To avoid a commotion, Trace and his pals huddled closely together and discussed their plan in the quietist way possible. “The longer we wait, the less time we have for mistakes” whispered Lynx. “We can’t make any plans until we are up there, and have seen who is there and what is there”. Seta and Seran nodded to Lynxs words.
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