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It was a dark night in Mossflower. The only light came from the stars, the moon, and the campfire where a group of vermin sat. They were nothing but a small band of petty thieves, robbing defenseless travelers who passed by. However, thoughts of theft were in the back of their tiny vermin minds. They had stopped by a river and caught a remarkable amount of fish, enough for satisfy their hunger after barely eating for three days. Govad, a lanky fox wearing a green bandana, took a big bite out of his fish, juices dribbling down his chin. “This is th’ life muckers. Jus’ doin’ nothin’ but eatin’ good vittles.”