[stonetooth]

IC


Flurgel looked to Typo and said, "Flurgel." then turned away to Nimol and said, "Yes, indeed a outlaw he is. But, he was rejected from his gang....And where do I hail from? I come from deep into the western forest of Mudos, until I had to head this a'way on a "quest" with many of the members of my tribe, per se." he said, taking in a deep breath. "Delicious!" he grinned. He took a big bite of the meat, chewed and swallowed.
"If i'm lucky, I'll be able to finish Jurgo's project, aswell as mine, and my new machine will revolutionize the world! It's made of sturdy wood and water. If only I could finish the bits and pieces of it...I'll be able to drive instead of walk anywhere on Mudos in mere hours..." he said, and sighed.
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Jurgo stomped his way toward Flurgel, Nimol, and Typo. He was quite angry. While setting up what was Flurg's excuse of a shop, he had stubbed his toe on a giant piece of scrap metal, and it was bleeding. Finally after he got it to stop, he wrapped it up with a little fur, and was able to find a scrap boot, ruined, but good enough to use, and used that to put on his other foot. He was now right next to Flurgel and said, "Odd dummit. Those project plans aren't working out well to be setting out in a month or so, maybe less. We can't stay in villages for too long."
"But, you know my dream..." Flurgel started.
"Yes yes, but what is more important? A shop, or the situation we are in?" he continued. "And plus, they may be here any day...They were fast on our trails. And odd knows how fast those ISA bastards are."
"True, but they haven't been in sight for FIVE MONTHS, Jurgo, surely they forgot...?"
"True enough, true enough.." he said with a grunt.