"Why so excited, Polly? What happened?"
"Pick, cackle, pick!"
"Ah, we have a new order! The legendary scimitar Yatagan that is...we'll find him! But...I'm afraid we'll need a new team first..."
"Right. Melissa is still in custody. The faun Floyd lost in the woods, Mariella took a wrong turn in the sea, it's just the two of us now. Time for a new crew!"
"Pick, scrape, cluck?"
"No, you think? Just declare the former bad guys good guys? I have a hard time with that, especially with Fieso Duck aka Mr Cologne. Melissa we could get out with an elaborate plan, I'm thinking a daring piece about prison laundering..."
"Sure, five euros bail would work but the bank is ready. Let's oblige the supporting cast so far, MahatmaGandix has been grumbling into her mead at the inn for days. The Swiss duo, the Bernese Mountain Dogs Vracache and Bloodxklebt might have time too?"
"Ok, not them, difficult with the border because of Corona, I get it. Well, let's pay the five euros."
No sooner said than done. Melisse was taken out of her solitary cell, in which she was still specially chained, because no one else dared to approach her. Before it started, Flower had to pick up her things at the issue desk.
"So, Ms. Melissa, is everything there?"
"Well...flamethrower check, a plucked leaf of each of my mortal enemy flowers check, my Caron set check...where's my sword?"
"Ah, sure, we just had it cleaned, there's a lot of blood on it."
"Yeah, a lot accumulates in a week."
So off they went, misty-eyed with yatagan and crossing the raging river, known only as Mrs. Holle for its regularly sheep-wool infused waters. In the end, only MahatmaGandix wasn't waiting as arranged.
"Uh...who are you?"
"Mahatma has been detained."
"Oh, her archenemies Nas Grandma Tto?"
"No, she tried to bounce the bill and the landlord is holding her. She has to flush, no money on her."
"And you are....?"
"They call me the Medicus Medianus."
"Ah, a doctor?"
"No, I just like to call myself that. Noah Gordon, you know."
"What's that smell?"
"We're getting closer to the Yatagan, only accessible by olfactory perception. I clearly perceive the green-bitter pine needle. It smells slightly animalistic, where is that coming from?"
"that would have to be galbanum, it smells herbaceous, it reminds of conifers, a rather dark tart resin smell. Bitter becomes the Chose by the spicy tarragon. That also provides at the same time for some loosening up."
"Exciting, it becomes more needle after some time, possesses a slightly burnt aroma."
"Fact, now it's getting really leathery. Let's move on for now."
So you made your way through the jungle that suddenly opened up, until a grassy landscape followed. "Do you guys notice anything? This is where Jasmine should be..."
"Killed them all, none left," said the killer Melissa.
So it then became rather smoky-spicy, because the killer melissa had additionally set the vetiver slightly on fire. In addition, there was now the strict and not at all stale leather scent. This was clearly green-spicy to perceive.
"Where did that come from?"
"Well, there seems to be a resident leather goods maker. Look! He's running towards us!"
"Hello friends! Are you looking for the yatagan? Let me help you! Look back there for citrus elements."
"No, no egg now, Polly, but thank you."
"Yeah, that seems funny to me too. Yatagan isn't citrusy at all. The oakmoss is actually pushing through stronger and greener right now, after several hours. Also, I noticed the 5 liter splash bottles from Spain. I'll try something. But first a song:
"Break the bread and drink the wine, in my heart Bastian will live forever
# The time to go is never right when we say goodbye # While Can is here we shouldn't waste a day in life to say I love you
It's now that I just wish so much to see you
Eye to eye Eye to eye
Eye to eye
Eye to eye
Eye to eye
Eye to eye
Eye to eye
Eye to eye."
"Oh, was supposed to be something about black metal, nihilistic, destructive and misanthropic. Anyway now, I'm off with my plan."
A sudden shout and the supposed leather goods maker burst into flames.
"Noooo! You got me, as true is the cologne uncle am!"
As soon as he fell over, he revealed the view of the golden Yatagan. This shone gracefully and nobly, ergo(Proxy) our friends admired it, pocketed it, and had mastered the adventure.
So our friends finally conquered the Yatagan and justified with this story comment 36 to an already extensively discussed and known fragrance. One was walking home when suddenly the earth opened up before them and....all of them suddenly exclaimed.... "Faun Floyd! So that's where he was buried!"