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From agent 267, password "eight pale jerboas." To Dascalos personally. I, along with agents 109, 481, 340, and 177, were pursuing Tromeros. When he was a dragon, the operation was going well, but then he disappeared from our field of vision; searching the area yielded no results. I request that you continue to oversee the operation and provide further instructions for its maximum effectiveness.
Ancient Herald, issue #2
In the second issue of the "Ancient Herald," you will see:
-Our standard column on important events.
-A new operation that allows shortening ears, a machine that drinks tea and rates its taste on a 12-point scale, and much more!
But first...
Naver Leengard was as happy with his work as any mechanism could be. Thanks to him, not a single ant will die of hunger, and that's what matters! But apparently, he somehow offended someone; a huge dragon attacked poor Naver Leengard and tore him apart with its jaws.
The council members were looking for RiMpel2: they wanted to ask him a question within his sphere of competence. However, they didn't find him. Nor did they find three other comrades. Meanwhile, WisTrit kept bothering them: in a short time, he managed to tell the council about all the information about his life recently, while simultaneously jogging and working out his biceps. And Arandor was depressed: his status in the council dropped today, which was a blow to him. In addition, some large creature sniffed him as he left the council building.
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One more addition: I have slightly amended the rules regarding displays; I initially forgot about this nuance, and even one more.