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Chapter 56: Measuring Up

The crab tapped on the floorboards with a restless leg as he stared impatiently at the road.

Nearby, John opened his toolbox, its many drawers and compartments unfolding neatly as he did it, ...

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Chapter 55: The Carpenter

“Tristan?” the confused crab called, looking around for the man who was suddenly gone from his side.

“Holy shmokes!” the disheveled man said, standing in front of a shelf, gawking at ...

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Chapter 54: Drunk Tales

Another morning, another day of business.

Balthazar made his way across the wooden bridge as usual, the calm waters of his pond slowly flowing underneath him, the sun shining on his golden ca...

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Chapter 53: Architect Crab

Balthazar looked up through his spyglass, scanning the sky for a target from atop a boulder on the edge of his pond. All was quiet until he saw it: a small brown sparrow fluttering against the whit...

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Chapter 52: Indirect Declaration of Indirect War

Balthazar sipped on his lemonade from atop a boulder as he watched the sunlight flooding the golden plains across from his pond. The wind rolled over the grass, causing ripples not too different fr...

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Chapter 51: Staff Upgrades

“I’m no specialist in goblins,” the wizard said, “but I don’t remember ever seeing one using a magical staff.”

Druma, with his wizard hat on his head and staff on his back, was st...

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Chapter 50: Draconic Tutor

Balthazar gave the wizard a good, long look.

He had a scrawny figure, and despite still seeming quite spry, he was clearly old. Very old. The long beard that reached down to his knees and his...

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Chapter 49: Help From Above

“And you’re sure you’re feeling fine?” asked the crab.

“Yes, yes, boss!” answered the goblin.

It was yet another warm morning at the tail-end of summer, and Balthazar was se...

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Chapter 48: Wake Up Call

For a witch, she sure looked nice. Maybe a little too much skin and not enough chitin, but still, not bad. And her eyes, like two precious gems that made a crab want to just pluck them and hide the...

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Chapter 47: Witching Your Troubles Away

The day was nearly over, and despite his best efforts, Balthazar had not yet found a lead on the elusive frostshade flower. Every traveler who passed by had been of no concrete help, and even those...

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Chapter 46: Bedside Talk

Balthazar watched as yet another adventurer walked away from his trading post with their gold payment. One more that had come by and left with no information on the flower the crab sought.

He...

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Chapter 45: A Noble Quest

“No, sorry, I haven’t seen anything like that.”

“Are you sure? Think harder.”

“Nope, nothing. Wait, what color did you say it was? Purple?”

“No! I said blue!” View Post

Chapter 44: The Shaman

It was already night, the sky was dark and starless, and a campfire crackled on the small inner islet, illuminating the surrounding area with a dim orange light.

Balthazar sat between it and ...

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Chapter 43: Plea for Help

Balthazar, the talking crab. The merchant crab. Shrewd business maker. So much intelligence, such charisma. Reads so many books, makes so much coin.

And what did all of that even mean?

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Chapter 42: Overstepping Your Boundaries

With a firm last step that shook the wolves’ balance, the stone golem pulled his other leg back and swiftly kicked the bigger attacker away from the overwhelmed crab.

The wolf landed severa...

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Chapter 41: The Crab Who Cried Wolf

The crab stood atop one of the tallest boulders around his pond, surveying the area with pride.

His domain and influence were growing, a just reward for his efforts and cunning.

Adversi...

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Chapter 40: Orc-hestrated Business

The golden merchant tapped rhythmically on a table with his pincers as he hummed to himself, his eyes scanning an open book in front of him. This crab was in a good mood.

After having beaten ...

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Chapter 39: Tax Rebuttal

The beast reared its head and rejoiced as it gorged itself with each greedy bite, eyes closed, cheeks jumping in rhythm with the chewing.

Balthazar observed as his vile foe, the tax inspector...

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