"I'm Maxamillion, a librarian. Collector of spells, stories, and species. You may call me Max" He says, putting down the book. As his eyes scan you over you get the feeling that he's dissecting you with his mind. He's probably making mental notes of what traits he can see, what lies under your surface, and recollecting what hey may know of your kind. That makes you nervous, you can't stand being picked apart and analyzed in that way.
"So little fox, what is your name?" Max asks, rising up from his desk "I'm Gambo, explorer, adventurer, and soon to be testament to all foxes!" You exclaim, slicing the air with your rapier. Smiling the huge lion slowly approaches you, soon towering above you. As if to bring him self to your level he kneels, and hunches over so his head is above you, peering downward. "An adventurer? your one of an interesting sort then. No tie-downs, fearless, brave, street smart, do you think those words describe yourself?" Your chest swells with pride as you proudly announce that your all that, and maybe more. Does he believe you? the smile on his face says he might.
"If your all that you claim you are I might have a good task for you. It's entirely up to you wether or not you give it a try, but I encourage you to at least come along and see what I have in mind". Slowly Max extends a hand, his outstretched fingers fall just below your knees. it seems he wants you to climb aboard.
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