“Unkie Humble!” screamed Pinkie, her voice drowning out the whistle of the parting locomotive as she lunged for the stallion coming off the train.

The intense huggles he was receiving made a joyful smile come to Humble’s face. “Pinkie!” he yelled, wrapping his hooves around his niece to return the hug, “It's great to see you again!”

“No!” yelled Pinkie, causing Humble to remove his forelegs and step back with a bewildered look.

“What do you mean, my dear? Isn’t it good to see you uncle Humble again?”

“Nope,” replied Pinkie with a smile.

“Oh,” said Humble, looking hurt.

“It's even greater to see you than you seeing me!” said Pinkie before giving him another hug.

“Oh, Pinkie, you rascal,” said Humble, quickly messing up Pinkie’s mane and making it even puffier.

“Ummm, Mr. Pie?” said the gentle voice of Twilight, “It’s nice to meet you, my name is Twilight Sparkle.”

Turning around, Humble saw the newly crowned princess. “Aww, Princess Twilight Sparkle, a pleasure to meet you,” he said, holding out a hoof.

“Please, Mr.Pie--” said Twilight after shaking his hoof.

“Please, call me Humble.”

“Please, Humble, there’s no need address me so formally. I’m just like everypony else,” said Twilight gently.

“Well, if you insist. And you must be Fluttershy, a pleasure to meet you,” Humble said, putting his hoof up for her to shake.

“Oh, very nice to meet you,” mumbled Fluttershy, giving Humble an equally soft hoof shake.

“Girl’s a little meek, isn’t she?” Humble whispered to Pinkie, “She always like that?”

“Oh, don’t worry, unkie. She's just a little nervous around new ponies,” whispered back Pinkie.

“Well, I guess I should give her time to adjust,” whispered Humble again before turning his attention to Applejack. “Miss Applejack! It’s great to finally meet Babs’ cousin!”

“Wait, you know my little cousin Babs?” asked a puzzled Applejack.

“Why of course, every time I time I buy apples at her stand with my friend, she always regales us with the adventures and escapades of her two favorite cousins.”

“Well then, any friend of my cousin is a friend of mine,” said Applejack, shaking his hoof.

“Well that's good to know,” Humble said before turning to Rarity, “And you!”

“M-me? You know me, Mr. Humble?!” she said with a hint of a squee.

“Well, of course! You must be the beautiful and extremely talented trendsetter, Rarity,” he replied, taking her right hoof into his before giving it a small kiss, “Because you fit the description perfectly, my dear.” He accompanied his smooth talk with a flirty wink.

“My, aren’t you a gentlecolt?” giggled a blushing Rarity.

“Oh, brother,” grumbled Spike.

“And you must be Spike, the savior of the Crystal Empire! It's a pleasure to meet you,” said Humble. “In fact, Pinkie told me you're a lover of the “Power Ponies” correct?”

“Yeah, what of it?”

“Spike! Be polite,” scolded Twilight.

“Oh, it's alright, Twilight‚” said Humble before looking back at Spike. “Here, my friend,” said Humble, pulling out a small bag. “My friend Coil and I collect the comics, as well.”

“Wait, you know Coil?” said Spike, remembering the stallion from Powcon.

“Well yes, he’s my best friend. And when I heard you live here, I decided to give you my own issue,” Humble said, taking out a mint-conditioned “Power Ponies” comic book. “This is a golden age issue of the series. I thought this would help me be friends with you, is it working?”

Humble gave the comic to Spike, and the little dragon stared at it for a good few seconds, as if he’d discovered gold, before tackling him in a hug.  “Thank you so much!” he said happily.

“Oh, you’re quite welcome, son,” Humble replied, returning his hug. “And don’t you worry,” he whispered, “I was just joking around with Miss Rarity.”

“Aww, man,” mumbled a blushing Spike as he separated from Humble, “Does everypony know!?”  

Humble then met the last of the group, “Hello there. My, oh, my, Pinkie, you didn’t tell me you had the world-famous future WonderBolt, Rainbow Dash, in your group!”

“I thought I did,” said Pinkie, trying to remember.

“Huh?” said Rainbow looking up from her book, “Who are you?”

“Rainbow Dash! Were you reading this whole time!?" said Applejack, glaring at her friend.

“Oh? What are you reading?” Humble asked, trying to see the cover through Rainbow’s hooves.

“Just the latest book written by the most awesome author ever,” she replied.

“‘Most awesome author’ you say? What’s the book called, though?” Humble asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Da-” she stopped for a second before speeding around the confused group, “Ohmygoshohmygoshohmygosh!”

“Rainbow Dash, what's wrong!?” shouted Twilight.

“Sorry guys, but I gotta head over to Bargain Barns before the line gets too long! I’ll talk to you guys later. Nice meeting you, Pinkie’s uncle! Bye!” She burst off into the sky, leaving a vanishing rainbow trail in her wake.

“Rainbow Dash!” Twilight cried, “Ugh, I’m so sorry for my friend’s behavior Humble, Humble?

“Da?” asked a confused Humble as he watched Rainbow Dash fly away. “Pinkie, hun?” he then turned to her.

“Yeah, unckie Humble?” Pinkie replied.

“Where is your friend headed off to, again?” said Humble.

“Oh, well she's off to the Dar-Slitty!” shouted Pinkie, who had just seen Slit lick her right hoof, “It’s so great to see you again!” She picked up the adult alligator by the torso and swung him around while hugging him. She suddenly gasped, “Oh, I forgot to bring Gummy!” said Pinkie to Slit, her eyes next to his.

“Well then, Pinkie, we should head to your house. I promised Slit here that we would see his cousin.”

“That is a great idea!” cheered Pinkie.

“If you all would excuse me and my niece, I had a long ride here and would love to put my things away.”

“Of course Humble. We’ll talk later, if that’s alright,” replied Twilight.

“Sounds good to me. Coming along Pinkie, Slit?” said Humble.

“Coming! Come on Slitty!” Pinkie yelled to the bellowing alligator.

“Well, he seems pretty nice,” said Applejack when the three were out of earshot, “I’m kinda surprised. He’s more like, uhh…”

“Like who, darling?” said Rarity.

“Honestly, I don’t know,” Applejack said with a shrug, “Not as, ehh, distant as Maud.”

“And not nearly as energetic as Pinkie,” said Fluttershy.

“He’s more, more… oh what’s the word I’m looking for?” said Rarity.

“Humble?” chuckled Spike while the other looked at him oddly. “What? He kinda is.”

After leaving the train station, Humble trotted, Pinkie hopped, and Slit waddled on the main road through Ponyville in silence, until Humble started conversation.

“So Pinkie, how have you been doing?” asked Humble.

“Well, I became a superpony, a flutterpony, and a salespony, and Maud visited recently!” said Pinkie.

“Oh, how’s Maud doing?” said Humble, “I heard she's getting a rockderate in rockology.”

“She's doing super-duper! Boulder, too!” said Pinkie.

“Well, that’s nice. I should see how she is doing on her rock poetry. She has really improved quite a lot finding rhyming words with ‘rock’, and her free verse has improved as well,” replied Humble.

After a few minutes of trotting, hopping, and waddling, the three eventually made it to town.

“Welcome to Ponyville unkie Humble!” shouted Pinkie before exploding--her cannon showered confetti all over her uncle.

“Well, it certainly lives up to its name, in that it has ponies and is a village,” he said, blowing a strand of blue confetti off him. Pinkie then began dragging him off, and Slit followed close behind.

“And this is where I live!” shouted Pinkie with glee, letting go of Humble to point at a pink and yellow building. “Sugarcube Corner!”

As Pinkie rushed into the building, Humble looked around for Slit, and saw him sitting in a fountain with a bird in his mouth. “Slit, you can brush your teeth later! Come on!” he said, gesturing for him to follow.

After bellowing for the bird to leave, Slit crawled out of the fountain and started heading over to Humble, just when a pink filly with a tiara and a grey filly with red glasses trotted by.

“And that’s why I get to be at the front of the line tomorrow,” giggled Diamond Tiara before tripping over a rough object.

“Diamond, are you alr-ahhhh!” screamed Silver Spoon before she galloped away.

“Silver! Where are you going?! What did I tri-” Diamond Tiara’s eyes turned wide at the site of a full-grown alligator staring at her, teeth gleaming as it licked its eye. “Ahhhhhhhh! Crocodile! Silver, wait for me!” she screamed before running in the direction of her friend.

Slit just stood there while Humble stood shocked. After a deep hiss, Slit waddled over to Humble, bellowing on his way into the store.

“I know, Slit, I know. That filly thinking you're a crocodile… how very racist… well, I’m sure she’ll learn someday,” he said passing through the front door.

Humble entered a store that smelled of mouthwatering pastries. On his right stood a light-orange stallion with a bowtie sweeping while at the counter behind a cash register stood a blue mare with a purple mane-do reading a book. The stallion stopped sweeping when he heard the door whoosh closed.

“Huh? Oh, hi there!” said the stallion trotting over to Humble while the blue mare, surprised by the sudden sound, closed the book and headed over. “You must be Mr. Humble Pie, Pinkie's uncle right? I’m Carrot Cake,” Carrot said putting out his hoof.

“Please call me Humble, Mr. Cake,” he said shaking his hoof.

“As long as you do the same for me,” chuckled Carrot.

“Call you Humble?”

“Nah, Carrot,” chuckled Carrot before noting his wife. “Oh, and this beautiful mare here is--”

“Cup Cake,” she said, shaking Humble’s hoof. “And you can call me Cup Cake dearie.”

“A pleasure to meet you both. Now I should warn you not to be afraid of what's at your feet. He's a perfect gentlegate,” said Humble pointing down at Slit nuzzling against his back hooves.

“Oh, don’t worry, we’re used to alligators,” said Cup. “But, um, does he, umm--”

“He what?” Humble.

“Bite?” said Carrot.

“Slit? Oh no, he's perfectly well-mannered.”

“Does he need any food?” asked Cup, “I have some artificial fishes if he needs them. We usually have them for Gummy, but I’m sure we have more than enough for the sweet thing.” She started petting Slit, who licked her hoof.

“That would be wonderful, but how about we wait for Pinkie t--‚” Humble was interrupted by his bouncing niece, hopping down the stairs with a brown-coated colt, an orange-maned filly, and a toothless alligator on her back. The foals were giggling, but the alligator was as still as a rock.

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“I’m  back!” shouted Pinkie, putting the foals and Gummy down, “Gummy look! it’s your cousin Slitty!”

The smaller alligator headed over to his bigger cousin and both of them stared at each other before Slit bellowed.

“Aww, they missed each other,” said Pinkie. “Pumpkin and Pound Cake, say hi to my unkie Humble and Gummy’s cousin Slit.”

The two foal siblings trotted over to Humble and Slit. Standing still, the stallion and alligator were attacked with foalish hugs.

“Awww, honey go get my camera. I wanna take a picture of this!” said Cup to Carrot.

“Okay, I think I left it behind the counter,” he replied heading over to see if it was there.

“So, your room is all ready for you upstairs. Do you need help with your luggage?” asked Cup.

”Oh, that very polite of you, but I only have the one bag. I can handle it,” replied Humble.

“Well, if you're sure. Welcome to Ponyville!” said Cup with a smile.

“Okay, you four,” said Carrot returning with the camera.”Get close to each other and on the count of three, say cheese.”

Getting close onto the ground, Humble felt a tug of his mustache. The source: a cute, drooling Pumpkin. Smiling, they all looked up.

“Okay, one...two...three!” said Carrot, pressing the button down.

“Pwheese!” said the foals.

“Cheese!” said Humble.

Slit said nothing, but he gave his best smile ever: the corners of his mouth curved upward.

“Got it, and it’s perfect,” said Carrot looking at the developed picture.

“Well, if you would excuse me, I must go put my things up in my room. Come along Slit,” said Humble as he trotted upstairs, with Slit following close behind.

“Hurry up, unkie Humble! I still gotta show you around town!” Pinkie yelled from downstairs.

Humble entered a medium-sized room with a king-sized bed snuggled away in the left corner of the room, with a nightstand next to it. It was covered in blankets and neatly made pillows, and the smell of lemon fresh from a recent cleaning floated in the air. There was only one window facing out on the left side of the room, but in all honesty Humble was just glad to be able to sleep in a real bed instead of a train car seat.

“Well, Slit, looks like this is where we’re gonna stay for the week,” said Humble unloading his luggage.

Slit merely stood still as he unpacked.

“Oh, okay, you can go play with your cousin and the foals,” said Humble as Slit waddled back downstairs.

“Now where is that razor of mine? Oh, there it is,” he said. Taking the razor out, Humble noticed a small, dim hexagonal object at the bottom of the bag. “What’s this?”he said pulling it out and revealing a small bronze compass with an engraving carved into it with the words, “To my friend”, etched in bronze. “I remember this. I got this as a gift when I went to the the clubhouse with Daz-” said Humble before a torrent of memories returned to him. “With Dazzle.”

Ever since that day at the park in Manehattan, Dazzle and Humble tried to contact each other in the city of New Fleureans (or New Horseleans for tourists). Eventually, they saw each other on the streets, soon after Dazzle became the third best friend Humble ever had.

On a bench just outside the New Fleureans swamp, sat a nine-year-old Humble waiting for his friend Dazzle to come (he’d heard that Coil had been bedridden after electrocuting himself, so after Humble made sure his friend was alright, Coil told him to just go alone, and he agreed...with a smile). So sitting here while Slit was with Coil to keep him company, he did what anypony would do...be bored.

“Ugh, where is Dazzle?” Humble said, looking around. “Maybe this wasn’t a good idea. I mean, why did Coil have to electrocute himself on the weekend?!”

After a few more minutes of looking at a rock, Humble was about to fall into a deeper boredom when heard a familiar angelic voice.

“Hi, Humble!” said Dazzle, walking to him wearing her trademark headwear and mane pulled back into a small bun.  “You ready to head on in?” she said out loud.

Humble just stared at the picture of beauty before him. With his eyes paying attention to her new haircut, Humble could only say one thing, “Um, nice buns?”

“What?” asked Dazzle with a blush on her face.

“The mane cut, I mean! Y-you tied your mane back into a bun!” he said quickly while blushing. Nice going pervert said Humble’s inner self.

“Oh, thanks,” she said, her soft blush remaining.

“So, um, the swamp?” asked Humble, wanting to change the conversation.

“What?” asked Dazzle, snapping back into reality.

“The swamp? Should we head in?” said Humble with a puzzled look.

“Oh yeah, let’s go in,” said Dazzle, nodding.

After heading inside the swamp, Humble and Dazzle trotted on over to the clubhouse. On the way there, Dazzle noticed something odd. “Hey Humble?” asked Dazzle.

“Yeah?”

“I was just wondering, where’s Slit?” she said with a tilt of her head.

“Oh, h-he's keeping Coil c-company for me, yeah,” stuttered Humble; the cute fashion of Dazzle’s tilted head made him nervous.

“Oh, that’s nice,” she replied.

After a few more minutes of trotting, the two of them reached the clubhouse. It was just an average treehouse they made with the help of Dazzle’s grandad, with its furniture amounting to three chairs and a table. A bunch of maps and books were thrown all around the room as the building stood firmly in place of an old pine tree’s branches.

”So what do you want to do today?” asked Humble, sitting down on one of the chairs.

“Hmmm, well I found this in my grandpa’s drawer yesterday,” Dazzle said, pulling out a small bronze compass with a small iron chain. “He told me once that it was enchanted to bring good fortune to who ever holds it in the direction it points,” said Dazzle holding it by its chain, “So lets see where it points to.” She opened it up, and the compass pointed in the direction she was pointing it towards. “Or maybe he was just joking,” Dazzle grumbled.

“Well, I’m sure we can find something to do,” said Humble.

All of a sudden, a terrifying noise shook both the swamp and foals to their cores.

“What was that?” asked a nervous Humble.

“I don’t know,” said Dazzle with a curious tone, “It’s coming from the direction the compass is pointing at, hmm, let’s go check it out!”

“Are you sure that's a good Idea? I heard there are monsters out here,” said a sweating Humble.

“Don’t worry. You forget, Dazzle the adventurer is here. I’ll protect you from any monsters,” she replied. Oh my Celestia, I just love how meek he gets when nervous Dazzle thought to herself.

“Well okay,” said Humble, “If you say so.”

“Great! Let’s go!” Dazzle said, grabbing Humble’s hoof and causing them both to blush before they climbed down and galloped toward the source of the noise. After awhile, the pair came upon a  small clearing in a foggy lagoon with the sound of frogs croaking in the distance.

“Do you see anything, Humble?” asked Dazzle.

“Nah, you?” he replied.

“Nope,” said Dazzle.

”Well, I see something‚” said three voices in unison.

Turning around slowly both foals saw before them a two-headed creature with the body and head of a tiger, another head that was of a goat, and a live snake for a tail--a chimera.

“Three delicious foals,” growled the tiger head.

“Enough for all of usssss,” hissed the snake.

“You beh-eh-ehtter be go-oh-oh-ood,” bleated the goat head.

“Umm, Humble?” asked Dazzle, not even looking at the colt.

“Yeah?”

“Run!” screamed Dazzle, causing both the foals to run.

“Get bah-ah-ah-ack here!” yelled the goat head before the chimera gave chase.

Galloping as hard as their legs could carry them, the two foals rushed for the safety of the city.

“Come on, I think we almost los-oomph!” yelled Dazzle, falling to the floor of the swamp after being tripped by a root.

“Dazzle! Are you alright?” asked Humble as he rushed back to help her.

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“Yeah, I think I sprained my ankle though,” she said with a pain-filled grunt. “Good thing my hat’s alr--” she stopped when she noticed her hat had been dislodged from her head and landed a few feet away. Dazzle screamed, “My hat!”

“Don’t worry, Dazzle! I’ll get it!” said Humble, rushing for the hat while keeping a close eye on his friend. Just when he reached for the hat he felt a paw scrape him.

“Ouch!” shouted Humble, looking at his scraped, bloody hoof. Looking at the source, Humble saw the chimera emerge from the fog.

“Thought you could escape ussss?” hissed the snake, causing the other two heads to chuckle, “Think again.”

Looking back to see if Dazzle was alright, Humble turned his attention to what the chimera was standing on--Dazzle’s hat. Glancing back at Dazzle, who stood paralyzed in pain, Humble fought his fear and eyed the chimera with an angry gaze.

“Get off,” whispered Humble nervously.

“What?” asked the chimera, leaning in.

Getting bolder by the second, Humble specified. “Give me back my friend’s hat,” he said, raising his head to meet the chimera's gaze.

“Oh, thissss hat?” said the snake picking it up in its teeth.

“Yes, give it back,” Humble said, staring at the snake, “It’s not yours.”

“Thisssss should be a good bone bowl, hahaha--!” said snake before it cried out in pain. While it was laughing, Humble did something he never had done before: fight.

Dazzle watched, amazed at the sight of Humble grabbing and stretching the snake before climbing on top of the tiger’s body and twisted the snake around the goat before poking the tiger in the eye. “He's so hot when he's angry!” screamed inner Dazzle before being shushed by outer Dazzle, “This isn’t the time!"

Unfortunately for Humble, the tiger bit his foreleg and the goat (having not been tied properly) was able to hit him with a horn, causing him to tumble forward to Dazzle’s hooves.

“You're gonna pay for that!” screamed the chimera as a whole after the snake untangled itself from the goat.

“D-don’t come any closer!” said Humble, breathing in pain, “Don’t worry Dazzle, I’ll hold them off.”

Dazzle just stood amazed at Humble’s integrity.

“Lookssss like thissss isss the end for you two,” said the snake. And it would have been if not for the sudden sound that followed.

“Get the buck away from those kids!” shouted a pegasus mare whom the two foals recognized as Dazzle’s older sister, Arrowhead. She proceeded to punch and kick the chimera all over its body while another voice was heard.

“You are in so much trouble, Artemis!” shouted another pegasus, a stallion, from out of the sky whom the two recognized as Dazzle’s older brother. Ace. He flew to help his sister with beating up the chimera.

“Run away!” shouted the chimera trying to escape the angry siblings only for it to see an odd alligator shaped creature with tentacles in the fog. “Monster!” shouted the chimera, running off into the fog.

“Trissst!” bellowed the creature as it emerged from within the fog, revealing itself to be a young brown colt holding a bunch of pool noodles, along with Slit standing upright. “Oh hey guys!” he said before sneezing. “Did you hear me say trissst?”

“Coil?” said Humble before he was picked up by the collar by an angry Ace.

“You little bucker!” shouted Ace to Humble while Dazzle tried to stop him. “You almost got my sister killed! I’m gonna--”

“Ace!” shouted Arrowhead who pushed Ace aside and grabbed Humble, putting him on the ground. “Cool off!”

“She almost got --”

“I know! Dazzle what were you thinking?” said Arrowhead.

“I just wanted to have some fun with Humble,” said Dazzle looking down. “Grandpa said I could.”

“Ugh,” groaned Ace, facehoofing, “I really gotta talk to gramps about his giving too much freedom to you. Had we not found Sick McGee over there bringing you guys his magnets,” Ace pointed at Coil, who was chasing dragonflies, “you two would have been killed!”

“Listen, what’s done is done,” said Arrowhead firmly, “now say bye to your friends, Dazzle.” Arrowhead then grabbed Ace, brought him over to a rock and argued with him.

Dazzle and Humble turned to each other and just stared for a while.

“Umm, Dazzle?” said Humble.

“Y-yeah?”

“What just happened made me realize something,” he said, looking down as a bunch of repressed emotions started to surface.

“What?” asked Dazzle with a concerned tone.

“Th-th-that I wouldn’t be good enough for you,” he said with a sniffle.

“What? Y-you mean l-like coltfriend and fillyfriend?” said Dazzle with a blush.

“Yeah,” Humble said with a tear coming down his red-hot face, “I’m too much of a coward.”

“Humble.”

“Too much of a baby.”

“Humble.”

“Too much of a loser.”

“Humble!” said Dazzle, putting her hoof on Humble.

“What?” asked Humble, about to break down.

"You stood up against a monster just over my hat. You tried to protect me even when you were against three-to-one odds…. or one-to-one with three heads,” said Dazzle,  “That was the most bravest thing anypony has ever done for me.” She finished with a blush, “Besides, I shouldn’t have run off like that and dragged you with me.”

“Dazzle?” said Humble, looking up and wiping his tears.

“Wait, I just want to say this,” said Dazzle before planting her lips on the grey colt’s cheek.

At first, Humble was taken aback, but melted from the kiss.

"Omph!" said Dazzle as Humble gave her a kiss on her cheek as a return of affection. “He's kissing me back! He's kissing me back!” squeed Dazzle’s inner self.

After a few seconds, Humble lept back.

“Umm, I’m sorry,” said Humble, blushing intensely.

“No, no, it's alright,” said a quiet and awed Dazzle. “In fact, let’s do it--I mean, go somewhere tomorrow...coltfriend.”  She gave a cute giggle.

His eyes widening, Humble said, “C-coltfrie--”

“Artemis, come on!” shouted Ace, unaware of what had just happened.

“Ugh, coming!” said Dazzle before looking back at Humble. “Here, take this,” she said, handing him the small compass.

“But, it's your grandfather’s!” said Humble.

“Yeah, but it brought me some good fortune today,” said a blushing Dazzle. “You deserve some too.”

“I already got it,” said Humble with a grin.

“You did? When-oh!” said Dazzle blushing like a red light. “Umm, well, bye!” she said before flying off.

“Artemis!” yelled Ace before looking back at Humble. “Stay away from my little sister, kid.”

“Ace!” shouted Arrowhead, causing Ace to fly off. “Ugh, that bonehead.” She looked at Humble calmly, “You alright kid?”

“Yeah,” said a still-awed Humble.

“Good luck,” said Arrowhead with a wink before flying off.

“Than-wait, what!?” shouted Humble, realizing too late that Arrowhead may have seen what had happened. Still blushing, Humble finally remembered about Coil. “Oh! Thanks, Coil, for saving us!”

“Ewwww,” said Coil, who had seen the kiss between his two friends, “You got cooties! Don’t worry, a toaster bath should sterilize you right up! It did for me.”

“Oh,” said Humble back in the guest room. “Coil, you always were such a funny stallion to be around,” he said looking at the compass.  "The only reason I keep you is because you’re good for Coil’s experiments," he growled, putting the compass away.

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“Unkie Humble!” shouted Pinkie, bouncing into the room. “Let’s go! I gotta show you around Ponyville!”

“Of course you do, and there isn’t anypony I would like better to have as my tour guide."

And so with that, they left Slit in the care of the Cakes and proceeded to head to their first destination, Sweet Apple Acres.

Meanwhile, Stale and Lemon looked on at the unsuspecting duo from a table across the path to the farm.

“Should we follow them?” said Lemon.

“Nah, he ain’t going anywhere,” said Stale. “Let’s head to the inn.”

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