Von-Harris sprang from behind the crumbling stone wall, his golden hair shining in the waining sun light. In a flash he slew 10 goblins and sent a dozen more fleeing back to their hold.
"Von-Harris You have returned, ad just in time!" remarked Von-Ryan.
"My quest was perilous. I had to travel far in to the uncharted lands of the west. There I fought creatures made of wood who wished to tear me limb to limb with daggers made of icicles. I rode acrose the black sea on the back of a giant beast. I climbed atop the emense towers of an ancient fortress said to be made by giants in age before men. But finally I found a hair salon where I obtained the perm and conditioning treatment I sought. I then rushed to rejoin you and young Recalsatrikx before my hair list volume."
"And just in the nick of time!" said Recalsatrix.
Von-Ryan embraced his friend. "I feared I would never see you again, kin of my name."
"Fear not for I have reutrned. I learned much on my quest, now I agree we must rid the land of this Federal Dictatorship that would destroy every hair salon in the reach. And I shall have the scalp of Carpathia once and for all."
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