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As you wander into the grimy town most commonly, and only, known as the Slums, you instantly hear a cackling to your immediate left. There, by a shabby shack that only rats could call a home, is a thin and scrubby-looking old man who glares at you with only one good eye. He is leaning against a tall, wooden instrument, and is perched directly in front of a small pen. Surrounded by the 'pen, nothing more than a circle of rusty and tight-woven wire, are some rather noisy Roosken.
The man spits something from his mouth, then looks up at you. "Looking ta' earn ya some Keeeystones?" He can barely suppress another coughing cackle. "Well then, if ya' are, why not try an' catch one of my Roosken? I'll give ya 50 KS fer your troubles, but I gotta' warn ya, they're faaast..."
((The first 6 people to post here, will recieve 50 KS! Remember the 5-post rule.))