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* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Location: The Junk Yard Year: [Inapplicable] Members: [Audit Pending] * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * There was actually a strange kick of excitement whenever Fadran left to go clean out the Junk Yard. That was probably because the place was just about half a kilometer from the inn, so it was sort of like an adventure right outside home: the kind he always imagined he might have with a child or two, if that had been the sort of life fate deemed him fit of. Still, nothing ever could really prepare him for the smell. It wasn’t like the noxious too-sweetness from the likes of rotten fruit, or the stank wretchedness from maggot-filled flesh. Instead it was something akin to an old antique store without ventilation. In addition to the musty smell of old books and dusty wood, there was also a kind of wholly uncleansable sweatiness - like a ghost of bad hygiene had been wandering the shelves for decades. Hm. Fadran thought to himself while they strode to the Yard. Maybe there is a ghost out here. Perhaps we should check for that too. The Junk Yard itself was probably as vast as the Inn, stretching out as far as the eye could see. Mostly it was old scraps like broken furniture, dirty glass, rusted armor, and other generally unusable pieces of garbage. He’d originally developed it on a whim during a deep pondering as to where all the pencils he’d lost over the years had gone, learning soon enough that just as people can become lost and wind up at his Inn, lost and discarded items could just happen to show up in his micro-dimension as well. It had taken him nearly a week to contain the phenomena - boy had that ever been hard to explain to Ayia. Of course, opening the dimension to junk also meant opening the dimension to junk-residing monsters. Most particularly in this case were the kleevers, who - as they’d learned when Fadran just about forced Kris to give them a study - had actually spread into a few extra universes themselves. The little guys looked, sounded, and acted just about how he imagined a gremlin might, but with the added perk of gathering around primordial sludge and acting as an energy source for potential swamp monsters. Basically, that had been one heck of a week.