You come to the edge of the dense jungle of which you've heard so much about. There is a small path that winds all the way through the threshold into the rainforest, and just before that threshold is a small stall. A small, clay-skinned man stands at the ready with a strange colored Gyrraptor tied to a leash. The stand consists of a small wooden 'fence' in which more of the oddly colored Gyrraptors chirp and hiss, all with saddles on their backs.
"Hello'a there," he smiles upon your approach, his voice obviously thick with a strange accent. "If'a you want toa getta through 'de jungle'a, you bea wanta one'a theys," he points to the Gyrraptors. "Theys'a freea, and you canna ride 'dem for'a safety... Theys be callin' Mosaduugas, or'a Mossdogs for'a you."
"Hello'a there," he smiles upon your approach, his voice obviously thick with a strange accent. "If'a you want toa getta through 'de jungle'a, you bea wanta one'a theys," he points to the Gyrraptors. "Theys'a freea, and you canna ride 'dem for'a safety... Theys be callin' Mosaduugas, or'a Mossdogs for'a you."
Take a MossDog!
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