Maxillium quickly flipped through his book, then frowned. "Hm.... I'm afraid nothing in here matches that description."

"Okay, I'll meet back here with you guys in 30 minutes," she told them walking off to the dockmaster's house..or whatever it's called. Ganz looked down at the dock with interest, looking like he was trying to remember something

Luna sighs, "Thanks for trying."

"Strike, Falconi," Mama Winter speaks calmly, "I want you to finish the Snow Beast off. He's wounded so it wont be too hard right?"

Strike inclined his head. "Do pigs fly?" He paused, realizing how odd the answer sounded. "No, shouldn't be too hard assuming he didn't decide to start carrying around a rifle."
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Maxillium frowned. "I'll tell you what. I'll do some more research, and contact you if I find anything of interest." He suggested.

"Thank you," Luna says, "in return when this is over I'll donate Selkie's journals to the museum."



"Then hop to it Strike the sooner you get rid of him the sooner we can move and get the Press off that land," Mama Winter dismisses them.
Falconi looks over at Strike, "Let's be careful."

Strike nodded once to his partner. "Righto."
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Maxillium smiled. "That's very kind of you."

"It's no problem," Luna smiles back before turning to Knuckles, "Where to next?"



"Do one more thing when you're there," Mama Winter gets up out of her chair and hands Streak a small bug like robot, "Stick his friend with it."

Strike tilted his head. "What is it?"
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Knuckles inclined his head. "Thank you," He said to Maxilloum with all the formality of an ancient druid of some sort.

"I'm sure you remember the robot bottle flies*," Mama Winter speaks, "I had Komodo create a new set while he was here."
(*Sonic Underground reference.)


Luna looks at Knuckles with curiousity but chose not to question it.

Strike nodded once. "You got it." He replied, spreading his wings and taking off. "Falconi, fall on me."
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"My pleasure." Maxillium replied, his ordinarially formal tone going up a notch.