A hooded man was sitting, alone, inside of the tent. The room was candle lit. There was a small radio playing gentle music in one corner of the room and a table in between William and Jessica and the hooded man. "Hello," said the hooded man, "I am Jared, of the Ancient Root Clan." Jared blinked. His eyes became a bright purple momentarily, and then returned to a dull gray state.
He smiled fondly at William, as if they were old friends. "Ah, Sandra! It's so nice to see you here. We want to let you know that your brother will be safe. And you're all safe here, too. I'm of a rare sort- an oracle. One of the very few in this... erm... well, I'm the only one in this... room. But I am of the very few in this... dungeon."
Jared smiled, "I suppose you want your book back, William. And, unfortunately, I don't have it. But I have so much more." Jared stood up and went to the back of the tent and pulled out a large wooden chest, painted bright red with a purple horse painted onto the side. "The Bosnians that used to live here called this place the 'Kreator Lažne Nade' or the 'Creator of Dreams.'"
Jared put the chest on the table. "The Bosnians were foolish. They didn't realize that this was the happiest place in all of the Earth. They tried to improve it, or left. Now, the Ancient Root Clan has taken leadership of this section of the dungeon, among some others. Nearly anyone can live here, happily, for their whole life. There is no need to leave this wonderful place."
Jared opened the chest. The chest was full of books. Hundreds of books. "Your book isn't in here, William, but you won't need it with these. This has all you could possibly want to make your own magical spells. You could do whatever you like."
Sandra spoke up, "sorry to interrupt... I'm not really sure about all this magic stuff but when will Eddie and Jesper be getting here?"
"Eddie will get here soon," said Jared.
"And Jesper?" Sandra asked.
"Jesper's a thief. There is no place for him in places like this," said Jared. "But don't worry. We'll kill him soon enough."
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Jesper unicycled down the red hallway, Eddie on his shoulders. The hallway seemed to go on for miles. Finally, there was a sudden change. The red hallway, although still present, was interrupted by an odd sight to the side. A gas station. The gas station seemed empty, but Jesper couldn't see anyone inside. In addition to the gas station, the gas in the motorized unicycle also seemed to be just about empty. Jesper would likely need to refill it soon.
"Jesper," said Eddie, suddenly, "I've gotta pee. Really bad. Really, really, bad."