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Galliadurm wrote:

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The Lizardfolk now looked over the box, very curious as to how the device worked, and often sweeping their hands underneath it, their tails swishing side to side with excitement.

The officer, now with a much more friendly demeanour around the child, let out a laugh.

"Well thank you...oh, here."

He rummaged around his pockets before producing a small, browny-brass coloured coin and handing it to the kid.

"I'm not sure how much this is worth with how the Aerlanican Economy is in this state, but hey, maybe you'll be able to buy an ice cream or something." The officer replied.

"Thank you." Said the female soldier. "You're a very sweet girl."

She too now approached before looking at the waffer around her neck.

"What's this pretty thing?" She asked.

Oateria wrote:

The badger slowly walked over to the Oatserian soldiers, brushing up against them and giving a light coo. One of them cautiously pet the creature, which set off a domino effect in the badger eventually becoming Oateria’s beloved animal. Still unsure about the badger, the Aerlanic motioned forward, and the Oatserians, and the new small friend they called “Kajiric” (Oaterian for “paladin”) followed, trying to catch up with the rest of the group.

The rest of them, up ahead, had lost sight of Malin, although they maintained a persistent race after the Bandervai queen.

"Well...why the hell would you kill yourself? Also, why do you hate Madylin so much? I mean don't get me wrong she's an insufferable narcissistic whore but you just seem a bit too...convenient."

"Maybe we got good luck?"

"Clive, we're Aerlanicans, we don't have any good luck."

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The Aerlanics were a little...calmed by the fact the minature death monster was quite amicable with the Oatserians, however they still made an unspoken rule to not put any flimsy appendages near the creature, namely, fingers. However they still were polite to the badger, hoping to placate the spawn of chaos from which heaven and hell flees from, to try and curry favour from the entity in which the Grand Architect August had failed to give fear or self preservation instincts to.

But they had fun with Kajiric on the way to link up with the other rangers, who had slowed their pace to a more comfortable march; they had to conserve the energy of their beloved horses.

And so, ten rangers, a contingent of Oatserian troops, and a very terrifying yet cute badger, marched forth to find Malin.