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Merope drifted through the village with his hands in his pockets. His talons jingled the few silver seeds that remained in his pockets. Part of him wondered if they accepted silver seeds here as currency. He stopped in front of a shop window, peering into the tinted glass. Even though it was unlikely, he was hopeful to find a body part shop.

So far he was unlucky. Most of the shops he came across sold things that weren't for him, or rather things he couldn't envision himself buying.

Minutes later, Merope's wandering brought him to a posted bulletin board. There were several different flyers posted; one of them caught his eye.

Merope leaned forward, scanning the written ad. It didn't sound too hard to fetch wyvern eggs. It wasn't like he had anything else to do either.



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Merope stepped off the zeppelin as it landed at the base of the mountain. Even though the weather was too stormy, he felt compelled to shade his single eye as he stared upward. "Okay," he told himself, "So I need to climb up this mountain to get eggs at the top then... Wait."

The undead turned around as the zeppelin took off, leaving him behind. His finds slumped. "Okay, so no free rides. Fine. Fine. I get what you mean. But!" Merope clapped his talons together, "You know what?! I'm gonna climb that mountain! Yeah!"

The undead fanned his fins out, holding the pose.

A moment later he slumped over. "Maaan. This is going to be a lot of stupid walking."

Merope began climbing the mountain. It began simple enough as a pleasant uphill walk with the occasional rock. The further along he went, the larger the rocks became. "Why the hell would anyone live out here?" Merope mused to himself as he scrambled up a cliff. "I mean, it's isolated and hard to climb to and... and... Oooh. Huh. Wonder if the wyverns had wings? That would explain it."

With a grunt, the undead leviathan hauled himself up and over the cliff edge. "Whew! Okay. Good thing I'm alone here, otherwise someone else will hear me talking to myself." Merope reached up and scratched his ear-fin. "I mean, if someone did then they might start wondering if I needed a new brain. Or something."

Merope kicked a pebble with his talon, watching it skitter away. "Maybe I shouldn't. I mean, for all I know by talking out loud I'll attract something. But then again, seeing something might liven the place up." He stopped, thinking. "Does an undead need a live place to be? I mean, I guess a dead place might work but... dead sounds kind of harsh, y'know?"

He turned, directing his question to a nearby bird. The bird flew off.

"Jerk." Merope stuck his tongue out, following it up with a rude gesture.



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Merope reached the top of the mountain. He looked around, shifting from foot to foot. Scavenging from corpses was one thing. But this? Someone lived here. Two someones. Specifically two exotic wyverns. He didn't see anything but a large nest.

He flexed his fins as he climbed up and over the nest's edge. There they were: eggs.

Merope knelt down and gathered an egg into his arms. He shifted it up and clutched it close, looking down at it. He was uncomfortable with it. The egg. It wasn't exactly a pumpkin, but at the same time it felt... Uncomfortable.

The sooner he was down the mountain, the better. Merope scanned the dark and cloudy sky. The zepplin was gone; no chance of an easy exit through that method.

Merope clutched the egg as he began his decent.

As soon as a strange velociraptor minipet appeared, he booked it.

Then a weird sand lobster tried to roll into him.

Then the velociraptor came back and he booked it again.

And then the lobster tried to hit him again.

Finally, finally at last Merope made it back to the village. He handed over the wyvern egg and received a herbivore egg in exchange. "Huh. Okay."