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Chirs and Anthony stood just outside the city of Loghedge. It looked like some sort of small city you would read about in history of some fantasy book. Alex wasn't kidding when he said this town was backward. "This place looks more backward than lower Alabama where my parents grew up. Alright Anthony, let us go find this Inn Alex was talking about. Stay close, and don't mention anything about Alex like he had asked."

Chris walked into Loghedge, looking around for the inn Alex mentioned. The more of the city he saw, the more Chris knew he wasn't in the modern world in which he had came from. At least all the signs were in English, old english, but still readable. After about fifteen minutes of looking around, there it was, "Dragon's Eye Inn". "This must be the place. Shall we go inside?" Chris said as he opened the door for Anthony.

When the innkeeper left the inn for a break, Cecil made his move.

What could he say? Cecil just wasn't cut out for living alone in the woods. He was used to the city. Sure, Loghedge town wasn't New York, but hey, this was some kind of civilization, and this civilization had food. After sampling and getting sick off of the wood's fare, he decided to resort to stealing. He had a feeling that he just couldn't walk back to the Inn.

Right now, he was standing on a stool behind the bar. There was a hunk of bread in his mouth as he raided the cupboards for anything that could be deemed edible.

"Why, yes. We are supposed to meet up with a man named Bones. Stick close by, and I'll try to find him."

Chris walked up to the bar with Anthony following close behind him. He saw a man going through a cupboard. Perhaps it was the bar keep, or one of the staff. "Excuse me Sir. I am hoping you can help me find someone. Someone by the name of Bones."

Chris looked back down to Anthony. "Not necessarily. He could just work here on the night shift for his father, or just be young and good at his job." Chris looked back to the man behind the bar awaiting an answer.

Chris looked over the counter at the poor man laying on the floor. "Are you alright Sir? I didn't mean to cause you to fall down like that. I apologize about this. Here, let me give you a hand up, and help you clean up this mess." Chris felt bad that he had startled what had appeared to be the bar keep. He hoped he wasn't too sore, and wouldn't be charging him for the broken items since he had no money on him whatsoever.

Chris looked at the mess for a moment behind the counter. He had better wait for him to get a broom before walking back there with all that broken glass, and no socks and shoes on.

Anthony gritted his teeth at the crash. He'd done a few of those in his time, though not usually with glass. More often than not it'd been with hay, so it wasn't that big a deal. All the tinkling from this guy's fall made it seem a whole lot more dangerous. Turning away from the bar, to avoid the sight, he saw someone dressed a little more normally than most in there. He tugged at Chris' shirt to get his attention.

Cecil let out another groan. He took out the piece of pickled, ale soaked piece of bread out of his mouth, and stared at the ceiling, dazed. He picked himself up from the floor and took off his hat. He was still unaware of the people looking at him while he slap dried his hat against his leg.

He stood up, shaking out the pickle juice in his ears. They flinched.

For a moment, he wondered why everyone was staring at him.

His tail drooped in realization.

Oh.

Cecil backed into a wall. His hands were raised, he had a explanation for all of this, honest. He wasn't stealing stuff or anything...