[color=f26522]Magnumus Agoston, Centurion.[/color]

Level 3 - (17/30) EXP 
Location: Small Town
Word Count: 341

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This meeting seemed much more copacetic than the last.

So nothing happened.

There was nothing to do in this town! He was eager to get back on the move. More over he couldn't very much relate to anyone here. Perhaps they could share stories one day, but this Galeem loomed over them and they were not safe in this town, not for long. Agoston ended up waiting in his kart for the convoy to keep moving. Princess Peach took the lead and Centurion swiftly followed suit, anxious to get back into the action. Even the karts were unnatural. But he was probably too big for a horse at this point. Still, the way they just moved along, rumbling to life, it was hard to get used too. Harmless nonetheless, he would just have to suck it up. 

Glad to be back on the road Agoston hummed the lyrics of his favorite song. A simple but heartfelt ballad about a woman seeking her lost pet. What an arduos and long journey she went on, going to all different places and meeting all sorts of people. She made friends and enemies along the way. Centurion could relate to her more now than she ever could, for once he trekked miles across landscapes on his many repeated military campaigns, he always did it with a legion at his back. Now he felt like he was searching for his lost dog, out of his element and making do with what he had. Fortunately he still had mortal combat to engage in every once in a while. Far more, infact, than he did back in his world. Even though it was in shorter bursts and...surreal. 

Eventually they crested a hill and Agoston took in the awe-inspiring and sweeping vista of the Land of Adventure.

[color=f26522]"That's an adventurous land if I've ever seen one,"[/color] He commented mostly to himself. [color=f26522]"It is aptly named."[/color] He paused for a ponderous moment. A town lay ahead. Saying no more he crouched back into his kart and rumbled down the hill.