Grish and his elum, now exiting the forest, saw the town up ahead and began to quicken their pace. Hope filled Grish as the idea of a new spoocebow came into his mind. He knew there wasn't much danger in the plains and began to quicken his pace even more. After a long walk, they arrived at the town's entrance. Grish led hs elum slowly through the town, cautious of this new world. He found a nice grassy area, by a large tree, and took the bags off the elum and himself and laid them on the ground. He carfully laid the elum and paramite hides on the unwrapped small bag, he did the same for the spooce and metal ores. Grish yawned, then he whispered something to his elum and fell asleep. It was about noon but Grish was exhausted after the long walk to town. The elum soon after closed his eyes. All went silent, only the faint rustling of the wind upon the grass could be heard. A small bolamite hung from the leafless branch above Grish.
The bolamite now crawled across his face, it caused him to quickly open his eyes. Grish whisked the bolamite of his face and looked up at the sky,the sun was blazing and there wasn't a cloud in the sky. There was a lound snap from the tree above, a broken branch fell off hiting him on the head. Startled he looked up to see alarge paramite among the branches. Grish grabbed a rock from the ground and was about to throw it, when he remembered that it not long ago when he protected such animals. He dropped the stone in shame and fell to his knees.
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