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| - The four had chosen a small passenger room. The room was rotting so it didn’t amplify your words. There were no windows, and the only source of light was a rune that glowed brightly. The door had a rotting lock that didn’t keep out trespassers, but at least, the door was so rotten that no one could hear through it. It had hay on the floor, where passengers could sleep on, and a flat piece of slate to eat on. When the door was shut, Kikaz asked Nero “Why did you give the merchant 50 golds?” Again Nero hesitated again, before replying “What you see may not be spoken of with anyone but us.”
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| - The four had chosen a small passenger room. The room was rotting so it didn’t amplify your words. There were no windows, and the only source of light was a rune that glowed brightly. The door had a rotting lock that didn’t keep out trespassers, but at least, the door was so rotten that no one could hear through it. It had hay on the floor, where passengers could sleep on, and a flat piece of slate to eat on. When the door was shut, Kikaz asked Nero “Why did you give the merchant 50 golds?” Nero hesitated before responding “Because he would have asked me to take my mask off, but amazed with his fortune, he forgot the law.” Kizox, studying the room’s architecture, spun around towards Nero and asked “Why do you have to keep that mask on any way?” Again Nero hesitated again, before replying “What you see may not be spoken of with anyone but us.” At this, bat wings flung from Nero’s back as he lifted his arms in the air, his sleeves falling back, showing his arms. He then pulled off his mask, revealing his serpent like head with its feline ears and cat eyes, bent down to look like he had a normal face under the mask. He moved on as the twins watched in shock to pulling up his pants to reveal goat legs as he kicked off his sandals, showing his fox feet. He lifted his shirt up by a little bit to show the waist of a wolf. Kizox softly asked in a whisper “What are...what kind of...what race are you of?” Nero frowned before replying “I’m a spiros ... What race I was, I do not know...” Kikaz suddenly asked “When will we reach Juroz?” Nero looked at Kikaz and answered “Not very soon, I am the warlord, I had a disagreement with Virk, the master, and was `expelled` while escaping. We’re going to reestablish in Zixra...Besides I have some personal matters to take care of, this boat is going to Sharoz, the island of the shadons, though.” Fikar stared at Nero and asked in disbelief “Sharoz!” Nero reassuringly answered “Why yes only the shadons and the goblins go to Zixra.” Fikar, completely shocked, shouted at Nero “We should have gone to Goblaina!” Nero shrugged at this and retorted “I have a friend to meet and a civilization to get things straight with.” Kizox, listening carefully to the argument asked simply “What’s wrong with the shadons and who is this `friend` of yours?” Nero looked at him and simply replied “The shadons don’t have a normal governmental system. It’s dangerous if you aren’t seen very well in their view, but as I am trusted by most we should be safe.” Fikar got up muttered, disrespectfully “If I had those wings I'd make leave of this boat!” Nero got up, put his mask on and walked out of the room. Kikaz, carefully suggested “I think it’s getting dark. I also think we should go get some hay to sleep in, because the water is calm right, and it won’t be hard to sleep.” The twins went to the hay pile and made beds for themselves and Nero. Fikar laid in the remnants of the original hay pile...
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