Argon
There they were! Riding into town on the humble wooden cart, waving monotonously like only adventurers can. Argen could barely, see due to being aproximotaley five foot two, but the crowds cheering made them seem impressive.
The small crowd followed the adventurers too the town gallows, which were also used for speeches. The mayor, a poorly described old man, aproached the podium and cleared his throat. "Welcome Venture Co.! It is my humble honor to welcome you and your most newest companion, my grandson, Argy. Where is he anyway."
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"Cra-" Gandarf almost said. Than remembering he was still in a fantasy world. "Forsooth. This royally sucks. I forgot the kid was from this town." Boomer, always lookingor a direct way to solve problems, quickly whispered in Fite-or's ear, "If you can grab a kid out of the crowd within the next ten seconds, I will buy you an entire ham."
Fite-or couldn't count to ten but he loved meat, so a heavy fist shot into the crowd and came out with a scrawny kid who looked like he whould have hit his growth spurt by now. "Here he is!" Gandarf called, his voice filled with desperation, pity, and a touch of laughter at the sheer novelty of it all.