The ballooning had been an almost disaster... nobody had even mentioned the miasma clouds above and now he was pretty sure he'd been exposed to whatever weirdness was going on in this village. It irked him something fierce and he began to wonder if maybe these villagers were resistant to the miasma? And what did the miasma actually do anyway?
While he was ponder these life-altering questions, one villager approached him and whispered a protip to him: the villagers loved the egg he'd brought down. If he got another one, a rarer one, they'd be all too happy to be more friendly. He just had to survive the trip.
Well, wasn't that just dandy? Dekana was interested in gaining some respect from the villagers and if all they wanted another blasted egg, he'd do it!
The mountain was taller then before but the miasma clouds didn't seem to cling to it so he was of a pleasant mood as he made his way up cliff faces, through tunnels, following an oddly marked trail to the peak of the mountain. The going was swift but the further he got the more he was convinced something was following him... it hadn't attacked yet so maybe it was just curious? He'd keep telling himself that.
At long last he reached the top and the eggs were nestled in among bone and rock and twigs, a positively grisly sight what with the half rotted carcass to the side stinking the place up.
THIS IS HALLOWEEN
WHERE IT IS ALWAYS HALLOWEEN (and sometimes exams)
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