“You fool boy you should have realized I was an agent of the Gay Lords, Feelgood is an ancient gayish name,” proclaimed the Dr.
Yarsen flung mud onto the Dr’s leather apron.
“Curse you,” shouted the Dr. as he stumbled to the ground. “My gorgarian leather apron is ruined!”
Yarsen regained his footing. “I defeated the entire host of the Gay Lords at the battle of Mulgen Field. What threat do you think you could pose me?”
The Dr. laughed. “Perhaps, or perhaps I was far more clever than you and poisoned you when I cured your ail. With out the root of the white fern you shall perish in only a few weeks time.”
Yarsen knew the White fern grew in the near by Western Wood, but the wood was ruled by the wicked Goblin Clan.
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