Author's note: Thanks to the people that reviewed. I'm really sorry about not updating. Well, here's the new chapter, since I'm available again. Enjoy.

Chapter One: Razzie vs. the Lilties

The Yuke caravan had been kind enough to get the mismatched caravan from the town of on the right track. Before they got to the destination the Yukes had in mind, Eigar said he could take it from there. After they were out of sight and out of earshot (gods only knew how well they could hear), Raziel hopped off the wagon.

"You know what, Eigar?" he asked as he followed along the slow moving vehicle.

"What?" the Yuke inquired.

"I thought Yukes were a typically laid back people."

"We are."

"Then, why did I get stuck with the only Yuke who's possibly more arrogant than the Lilties?"

The wagon came to a sudden stop. Eigar shot Raziel a death glare; the Clavat boy only stared back.

"What did you just say?!" snapped the Yuke (or at least what Raziel thought was Eigar).

"You heard me," the Clavat replied. "You're 'more arrogant than the Lilties.'"

"Uh… Razzie—"

"Don't call me Razzie! My name is Raziel!"

"Raziel!"

"What?!"

Before Eigar could answer, the Clavat felt a sudden sharp pain in his shin. He bit back a yell as he looked down at the ground before him. There stood a group of four Lilties surrounding him. The one directly in front of him kicked him again.

"KYA!" he finally shouted. "What the hell was that for!?"

"You called us arrogant!" the female of the group growled. She was stading to Raziel's left. The Clavat's eye twtiched. Why was Lady Luck so against him? Did she want him to get himself killed?

"I meant the Lilties that came by our town last week," he fibbed.

"We just came from your town! I remember you were the incompetent alchemist's son!" shouted the one to Raziel's right. This really was not his day.

"I—!"

"Still you're tounge, fiend!" shouted the one in front of him. He pointed his spear to the Clavat boy's throat. Raziel parried the spear with his shield and kicked the small warrior; unfortunately, he didn't go very far.

"Don't tell me to still my tounge, you pretentious knave!"

"Ooh. Using big words, are we, Razzie?" asked Eigar.

"Shut up, prick!" yelled the Clavat boy as he turned to the Yuke. Suddenly the girl poked him in the bum with her spear. "Ack!" He jumped five feet into the air and landed on his knees rubbing his backside. He then turned to the girl, roaring, "You're gonna die!" He grabbed the spear out of her hand and smashed it in the center against his knee. His lip quivered as he took his knees into his hand and hopped around on one foot—that had REALLY hurt!

Eigar sighed at the sight of his partner dancing around like some simpleton. That had been a rather half-witted idea of Razzie, of course it was probably a good story to tell the Selkie girl Sakura when they got home or maybe the Liltie boy Anih would appreciate it even more.

After a long and embarassing battle (on Raziel's part) the Lilties were all finally disarmed or unconscious. Eigar had to drag a barely conscious Raziel to the wagon and throw him in. He climbed in and pulled some spring water out of a trunk where they carried all of their supplies; then, he poured it over Raziel's head. The Clavat boy spat out the water that managed to get into his mouth as he sat up and dried his face.

"That was rude…" he muttered wearily.

"Shut up!" snapped Eigar. He pitched an apple to the Clavat."Eat this. It will make you feel better."

"Geez, thanks Mr. Moody."

There were no more words exchanged. Eigar just went back to the front and sat at the driver's bench. The mog cuddled up to Raziel and fell asleep in his lap. The Clavat laughed and thought, "At least someone on this trip likes me…"