"Okay Junior."

"YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" Gabocha whined, running away from the rather large woman bent over to pick him up, and the snotty-nosed brat holding a lollipop and a teddy bear that must've been through more hell than the young Kobold. The last thing he wanted was to have his fur tugged by sticky-fingered babies and a rumble with the family cat. Where was GenGen? The last thing he remembered was trying to sneak off after his hero, and then falling asleep in the forest...

"Wait a minute! D'OH!"

Gabocha slapped his forehead in aggrivation, then rubbed it. That wasn't helping, seeing as he was getting a headache. He ventured toward the inn, and saw a huge crowd gathered near a stage, staring up a dancer's skirt. Ignoring it for now, he went up to the innkeep.

"Excuse me, sir. Is Two River City anywhere around here?"

The innkeep stared at him, a huge smile slowly spreading across his face. His stomach heaved up and down, and a few snorts escaped his lips. Then, he did it: he laughed.After catching his breath, he looked down at Gabocha. "You're FAR from it! It's all the way up north. Why, you'd never make it on foot!"

"Umm.......Whatever. Could you tell me where I might find a boat?"

"Try Teien or Rikon. Rikon's a ways to the southeast, and Teien's a ways to the northeast. There's a boat docked at both; you could probably get a ride to Gregminster. You can find Two River from there on your own."

"Thank you, sir." Gabocha dug out 100 potch. "Is this enough to stay here for tonight?"

"Oh, I guess so. I'll give you a map tomorrow, lad, so you can find Two River."

"Thank you. Good night, sir."

Gabocha went upstairs to go to sleep.

"Oh, by the way, watch out for the people in the room next door." What was that supposed to mean?

"MOOOOOOOMMY! It's the little doggy!"

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Gabocha whined, running into his room, locking the door, barricading it and putting bars on the windows. In the background, violins screeched loudly. He didn't come out until he was sure they were gone the next morning, keeping a mallet beside him during the night in case they tried to dognap him or something.

"Goodbye sir. Thanks for the map!"

"No problem! Good luck!"

Departing from Antei, Gabocha tried to make the decision- where to go from? Rikon was closer, but it also meant a longer boat ride to Gregminster, since it was further south of Teien. But Teien was a farther walk, but it was a little closer to Gregminster, and every mile counted. Hoisting his suitcase over his bag and studying the map, he decided on Teien. He ventured northeast, when he felt the grass beneath his feet begin to move. "Great. Just what I need. Botany gone to hell," he muttered, pulling out a small dagger and hacking away the ivy that was creeping up his ankle.

"2,000 potch."

"What?! You can't be serious!"

"I'm serious, um........what the hell are you things called again?"

"Kobolds, dimwit."

"Yeah. Well, that's how much." A growl escaped the Kobold's throat as he dug through his pockets, coming up with the money.

"Here it is. (Cheapskate)" Gabocha went to board the boat, which wasn't as impressive as he would have thought, seeing as how high the price was. It was a simple raft, made out of warped tree branches and a tattered, torn, dirty, dusty sail, seeming to have been made out of toilet paper. He wasn't even sure if it would hold together.

*SPLOOOSH!*

Question answered.

Gabocha swam ashore, just north of Seika. (Isn't that the town near Toran Castle in GS1? I haven't played it for a while, so I forgot.) Wringing salt water out of his clothes and shaking himself off, he headed towards the gate that separated two territories.

"Sir, i just gotta get through!"

"No. We have orders from-OWWCH!" Gabocha, instead of wanting to listen to a long explanation, had bitten the man's leg and scampered through. Looking back, he saw a sea of gaurds chasing angrily after him.

"Eeeeeeeeeeek!" He yelped, heading for his main objective: Rockland. It was on ly a few seconds later that he entered, and hid behind the mayor's house. The gaurds ran by, having mysteriously acquired torches and pitchforks. "Hey there, fella. How 'bout a game?" a female voice called from behind him. He turned around to see a gray-haired woman smiling, holding 3 shells and a red ball.

"Sure, how much?"

"You make the bet. Either 100, 1000, or 10,000 potch. If you win, you win the amount you bet. If you lose, that amount is lost," she replied. "So, how 'bout it?" Gabocha shrugged.

"Couldn't hurt." A few games later, he walked out, cursing and muttering.

"Those words are gonna haunt me forever.......geez, I seem to be on a sitcom, with luck as my comically mismatched roommate," he thought, heading towards Gregminster. That didn't stop the woman, who was now carrying 3,000,000 potch, from foll0owing him.

"Hey, fella, how 'bout a gaaaAAAAAAAAAAAH!" She fell into the pit filled with annoying recorded speeches made by Barbarossa during the Great War 3 years ago.

"Emperor Barbarossa, i know you're dead, but i shall say this........SHUT THE F**K UP!" The woman yelled. "Oh, yeah, fella. my name is Marco! Hope to see you again!"