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The sun was luminous and there was a fresh wind.In the grass, a little lizard was running between the trees. The river was coming down the mountain, dancing with the fishs. In the sky the birds were flying in the midst of dragons and hidden fairies were singing for the summer.
In this world, magic is everywhere. Magician is a job like another, becoming knight is the dream of all kids. There are different races like elves, goblins, dwarfs.. and don't forget humans. ..

In the middle of this landscape, Agnes was standing. She was lost far away from her home. In the road between the city and her home, she was attacked by ravens, chased by a polecat and after that she followed a pink rabbit in the forest. A crazy story. But this is why she is lost in the middle of the forest, alone.

Scaryed and tired, she sat under a tree and begined to cry.

When I said "lunch", I just meant "lunch", not the whole beast. I'm not that hungry. She gazed around. So, no one is buying anything? Balloons? No wait, I don't have any. But I have a spyglass! Interested? Yes, she had her head screwed on right.

Agnes was waiting and looked the three person talking about balloon, dragon, lunch and money. She wasn't interested by all of this but her stomach was growling, Agnes too was hungry but she didn't say anything, she had enough diffuculties to get help and didn't want to ask too much.

She looked the merchant with a grunt. Spyglass? Dwarf conception or not? And don't expect me to give you money if it don't worth it... She gived her a particulary suspicious look. I'm not wasting any of my stuff, money or anything else.

Of course. She said. She got it out of her back pack and showed it to the dwarf. It wasn't the best spyglass in the world, but it was a good one. Five hundreds and fifty crowns. If it wasn't for a dwarf (or any experts), she would have asked more. But she knew to whom she was talking to. The lady, or whatever she called herself, whould quickly understand that July wasn't asking to much of it. Even if she was up to haggle a little.

While the dwarf and the merchant were haggling about the price of the spyglass, Pasha approached the no longer crying girl. So, hungry, huh ? he casually mentioned, as if he were actually interested in hearing an answer. He had heard her belly growl. I've got some jerky if you want it.