The stablehand shivers.


"Some say that.....that...th--the spirit keeps his prize steed t-th-there...and s-s-some have heard whispers from a-an u-u-u-unkown person....in there....." He suddenly runs out of the stables into a back room.


All the stalls seem to be in good condition....except for that last one.

Nothing else happens, except it starts to get colder.

At first you see nothing.

And then....


(go check out my stables ;D)

The vulnyx stares back at you, its red eyes shining in the darkness. It points its nose at a piece of paper.


In the same handwriting as the note from earlier.


"Beach-Bench1, call Crabtears"

oh, sorry! Would u like another?

You enter the Drangal, a haphazard shop with nothing that seems to be in any ikind of order. A frenzied woman waves at you. "Take a look through our stock, when you're done just bring your purchases up front. Nothing is less then 10g, nothing more then 1000g. "


You see boxes of all shapes, sizes, and colors.

A Quick List:

Dark blue box with black waves of lines (200g)
Bright pink box (100g)
Box covered with mesh (75g)
Black and pink box (100g)
Purple box with creeepy design (50g)
Rainbow box with golden tracings (500g)
Yellow and green box dotted with flowers (100g)
White floral box (1000g)
Plain box (100g)