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''I would like to know about the cattle here.'' You ask the trader.
''We primarily raise and sell the Undro in these parts. In particular, the East Ereloe Undro.'' The cattle trader informs you.
''East Ereloe?'' You ask the man.
''The local breed of Undro's, our regional pride. Renowned for its beige coat and high milk rate.'' When discussing the livestock, the trader speaks with a sense of regional pride characteristic of rural areas when it comes to matters of cattle and crops.
''As a matter of fact, we have a gift for you. If we may present to you this token of our appreciation.'' Before you are brought the taxidermic stuffed head of an Undro, its fake eyes don't look at you, and even if you find it grisly, you can't deny that it would look good mounted over the hearth in the hunting room.
''I thank you for your community's gifts.'' You tell the trader while your attendants stuff the head and a few other presents into the trunk of the limousine.
''Now, then, sergeant. I've heard enough about crime in the bigger cities; I want to know about crime in these parts.'' You ask of the constable.
''Well, to start, the country is much less densely populated. Thus, there aren't as many burglaries, muggings, or other such crimes. It helps that most farmers have a blaster rifle in their house. If anything, my boys and I mostly deal with cattle theft, speeding tickets, and throwing drunks from the cantinas.'' The policeman says while stroking his moustache.
>And how armed is the local populace?
>Can I see an Undro? one that is alive?
>Write-in
