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He had been on the road so long he barely noticed he had entered another town. Well, it wasn't so much a road as a stretch of sand with wheelruts. And it wasn't really a town either, more one of those settlements where two children continiously dissapeared into the dark cave nearby and where seven humans stood outside their homes doing nothing all day, waiting for heroes to take care of their problems. You need to run an errand? Just stand there and wait for a hero to start a conversation.
Usually such settlements didn't exist for very long, as heroes weren't that plentiful, but there was a lot of dust here. This town seemed to have a good supply. Yggo Decin liked the prospect.
As he marched through the streets he could smell fish. Yggo liked fish, but there was none where he used to live. Sometimes he'd wake up with sweat on his tongue screaming 'Fish!'. On other days he remembered the butter, too.
The Dracolice first pointed out the advertisments. Yggo thought it would make a good kill list, and one of the lice hopped down to take a copy.
Yggo Decin had only one rule when killing heroes: Don't kill them all.
Every now and then, the world would need saving by someone.
Despite several curses from the Dracolice, ranging from "May something slightly nasty apply to you at a convenient time in the future" to "I hope your hairs rot and fall off one by one" (a few started shouting "Go to hell", but soon realised that wasn't something you said to insult a hellhound), he followed his nose as he walked the street, slowly homing in on the fish and parsely.
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