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It was the dead of night at the Elbion College of Magic. Scant few were walking the halls and no one was in the college’s expansive food Pantry. A surplus of goodies both local and exotic, kept fresh by magic which allowed seasonal delicacies all year round for the students and staff.
Amidst this tranquil garden of earthly delights, stood a rat who had just crawled in through a suspicious hole. The rat looked around and then began to squeak into the hole it had emerged from.
“You found it?” Replied a voice from below.
The whole enlarged and a small purple haired fae crawled into the store room.
“Ha! I knew those prissy wizards would have one heck of a greedy stash!”
The fae struck a victorious pose then pointed a blade of folded grass at the hole she had created as it grew more and more.
“Come on you guys, me and colonel squeakers hit the motherload! Ain’t no sewer trash for you all tonight! Tonight, you eat like kings.”
Seemingly on command a swarm of rats flooded up into the college store room. They took no hesitation before chowing down on all the fruits and grains and meets and veggies they could get their tiny hands on.
Spear Thistle followed colonel Squeakers to a luxurious wheel of artisanal cheese. The two shared a bite, shuddering at the finely aged flavor.
“Mmm, I need to steal from wizards more often.”
Amidst this tranquil garden of earthly delights, stood a rat who had just crawled in through a suspicious hole. The rat looked around and then began to squeak into the hole it had emerged from.
“You found it?” Replied a voice from below.
The whole enlarged and a small purple haired fae crawled into the store room.
“Ha! I knew those prissy wizards would have one heck of a greedy stash!”
The fae struck a victorious pose then pointed a blade of folded grass at the hole she had created as it grew more and more.
“Come on you guys, me and colonel squeakers hit the motherload! Ain’t no sewer trash for you all tonight! Tonight, you eat like kings.”
Seemingly on command a swarm of rats flooded up into the college store room. They took no hesitation before chowing down on all the fruits and grains and meets and veggies they could get their tiny hands on.
Spear Thistle followed colonel Squeakers to a luxurious wheel of artisanal cheese. The two shared a bite, shuddering at the finely aged flavor.
“Mmm, I need to steal from wizards more often.”