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[b]MarcoPolo couldn't sleep is thinking too much about the soon to come travels. What would they see? Who would they meet? Could they really beat down a dragon? Well MarcoPolo with the grace of Hero, the god wolf of speed and shadows; MarcoPolo would be alright. That was the god that MarcoPolo could transform into, he was perfect for him. MarcoPolo wouldn't transform until he trusted those "people" better. He really didn't get a good vibe from the Osla girl, and Ernst...forget about it. Feeling restless, MarcoPolo went back downstairs, passing by wanted posters. MarcoPolo couldn't picture out the drawing, whoever did it had less writing and drawing capability then MarcoPolo. [i]"Hey Bar Keep, can I have your finest piece of meat, maybe that'll make me tired."[/i] Walking towards the bar, MarcoPolo slipped one of his coins onto the table. If he was going to be with these folks, at least he could eat something good; to get the bad taste of them out of his mouth.[/b][/center]