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"Sir, Sir Hanriot sir!" came a shout from the general direction of the sky.

Hanriot gazed at the perplexing generation of noise but found only a muffin cloud sailing that massive blue ocean. Hanriot grinned at the spectacle and hastened to grab a piece of natural growing un fattening pink muffin and proceeded to bite ferociously at his lunch.

"Sirrrr!" came the shout once again as a steam powered hairless tooth brush flew by Hanriot's head. Hanriot had never figured out how a small flying machine was able to bare the weight of twenty ton steam engine but decided that asking what had gone into its construction would be rather impertinent of him.

What the… impertinent?! He was a god! it was impertinent of him to even consider that asking other beings valid questions about the way in which they discovered gravity was a relative dimensional sphere of influence and that matter could be subjected to reduction in general mass to the planetary domestic gravity of creation by means of banana fusion was impertinent!.

Hanriot gazing through a specially designed piece of paper with a hole in it saw that the rider of the steam driven hairless tooth brush was none other than Mr. WC Romanov head of the counter intelligence agency of the High Council of Rats… if rumors of his conduct where true he was indeed a master at countering intelligence.

"You there!" shouted Hanriot bracing his kilt fearing that the excitement would send a gust of wind into his underpants. "When did rats manage to discover that Bananas can produce particles which are able to generate negative gravity and reduce relative mass?" "Can they?" asked Romanov innocently "Ohh I will tell that to the Politburo, they are always looking for ideas"

"How about suicide?" asked Hanriot hopefully "Forget it" retracted Hanriot hastily fearing he might have compromised the rat republic to new ideas which could easily go out of hand. "So how in the name of… well ME! Where you able to mount a twenty ton steam engine on a flying hairless toothbrush may I ask?"

"Ohh, Ohh!, well, this is one of my counter intelligence efforts you see?" said the rat proudly, whatever it was… the stink from somewhere near by or the plain lack of detail from the rat Hanriot was not getting the jest of it.
"Well, emm you see this isn't actually a steam engine at all.. no no no, it is far more comlicated than that. It's actually pretending to be a steam engine so the mice below think that this machine is going to crash from the weight any minute and that they do not need to bother firing at it"

"And that has been working?" asked Hanriot rather perplexed
"Ohh yeas, nobody has shot at me yet!, what actually powers this machine is a very clever chain reaction… we put a bunch of frogs into the tooth brush, feed them with beans, block their exits and then…"

"Alright!, I get it!" shouted Hanriot not wishing to hear any more details about the Rat's new combustion engine.
"So, why did you call me?" asked Hanriot holding his nose now conscious of the origin of the stink below him.
The rat seemed to be puzzled before he suddenly remembered what he wanted to say

"Ohh yes, the grand council of rats reports that intruders have entered Deveral lands. These creatures have been charged with entering unannounced, not presenting their pass ports 'and flying without a license from the Air & beans ministry.
"Finished?" asked Hanriot already bored with this conversation.

"Yes Sir, the rat council wishes that you inform them of our costumes policy and that they have to pay a fine of up to six billion republican dollars… we have to have the documents you know…" The rat gazed above but saw that Hanriot had vanished while he was going on with his nonsense in such a tiresome manner.

Hanriot flew away, In the name of… well In the name of his name! How he hated those rat bearcats or whatever that horrid word was. Hanriot wondered where the rat council found those people… Poletborro or whatever their name was. Since they took over the business of moving pieces of paper from one room to another they had expanded to trading in all manner of items nobody else was tiresome enough to involve himself with until they have a monopoly on boredom.

Hanriot saw in the distance the strange flying creatures and concluded the best spot to meet them would be near the water springs of the Karment mountain range near the Deveral border.

Hanriot descended and took on the appearance of an elderly yellow colored Deveral man matched with a red beard and fine white hair. The wizards at least despite their mistaken belief that they could cast magic had distanced themselves from the uniformity of the rest of the Deveralls and instead identified themselves by their eccentric attitude and color scheme.

Hanriot in Wizard form wore a thick blue hood, wore several medallions and runes around his neck along with a black top hat and used wooden shoes as his foot ware. An old broken down cottage provided Hanriot whit a temporary home while he waited for the new arrivals, after a few moments of redecorating the cottage was producing a thick smoke indicating the presence of a managed fire inside its walls and had the profound smell of meat being cooked.

Hanriot sat down on his walking chair and began practicing his wizard jargon.