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“MONSTERS IN THE FIELD! MONSTERS IN THE FIELD!” the man called out, scrambling through the town in a blind panic. No one really paid him any mind except for an eyeless stanger and his flock of stryx. The stranger looked to the biggest stryx who was with him, “Faux, would you mind getting that man’s attention?” The big blue gryph twitched one of his ear-like feather tufts and extended a wing as the man got closer to their group. The panicked man skidded to a halt, a dust cloud poof up around his ankles, “Out of the way! They’re coming after me.” “What’s coming after you?” Th