His return to work coincided with his employer's trip to Brol; even though he missed the man by a mere five minutes he was given the scoop on what was going on in the house. His employer's daughter, Miss. Eshal, had told him a fine tale of what was going on while Zshon reiterated, and cleaned up, some of the details that she had told him.

Miss. Eshal claimed that Lhaklar was a rather arrogant young man; by way of personal observation, he hadn't noted a single bit of arrogance to him. Miss. Eshal had also said that Hazaar was too temperamental and that Lazeer was a "disrespectful, rude rat who can't seem to keep his jokes to himself and his mouth shut"; again, by personal observation, he had seen none of that with them two—with Young Master Hazaar looking to be in the throws of the Temperamental phase, he had a right in being temperamental. Young Master Lazeer, he viewed, was acting both his age and to the fashion of his birth—the youngest of the birthed children usually were the funny ones after all. His observation of Young Master Bile, the oldest of the returned boys, had also thrown what had been told to him out the window—Bile was big for his age, yes, but he didn't look to possess a single mean bone in his body, and it didn't look like he was aggressive or anywhere like that of his biological father either.

All four of the boys seemed to be very well-behaved; on the day that his employer left for his trip, which occurred on December 5, he had noticed how close they were to their mother and how obedient they were. He was pinning the blame on Young Master Lhaklar's challenge towards his father as being that of his not knowing how to act towards a fatherly figure and on his not knowing how one his age acted. In a lot of ways, the oldest of his employer's biological sons reminded him of himself when he had been growing up.

"Took me a while but I shaped up well." he thought while going into the employee lounge.

He had been raised by a single parent as well; his mother, Lihpha Khrelan, had started working in a topless bar, and had been making good money from throwing her clothes off and then shaking herself for the patrons, when the eye of his biological father was directed at her. His father, a man by the name of Rollum Dalser, who was a trucker, and who stood five foot one and a half inches tall and who was known to be notoriously famous for his bad demeanor, had bedded her for one night before wiping his hands clean and then going on his way. He had refused to have any part of him, or pay any type of child care for him. His mother had stripped for around six hundred years before deciding to throw in the towel and then get a real job that had better benefits in it—by the time that happened, he had already had a paper-route and had been helping out in paying for some of what was needed in the pantry. By the time his stepfather came into his life, he had switched from throwing papers to selling magazines and then produce in the local food market—the manager had felt sorry for him and his mother; he had hired him without thinking about the fact that he was hiring one who was barely nine hundred years old.

Kasdi Bishub's "chance" meeting with his mother occurred on the day that his mother had taken the weekly trip to the grocery store; he had noticed that she was crossing a lot of the stuff that she hadn't yet placed in the cart off of her list and, like with the manager of the food market that he had been hired to work at, he had felt sorry for her. He had paid for all of what had been on her list then, shortly after, he had started dating her. About three years after the two started dating the ring had been placed on her finger. Due to his being more mature than the other kids of his own age who were on the same block as he he had seen Kasdi Bishub as a threat; while continuing to sell produce in the food market he had spoken bad of the man and he had also done more than enough of what his employer's son had done in challenging the man. One day, about thirty years after the marriage between his mother and Kasdi occurred, Kasdi had approached him and then told him that he needed to stop working and be more his age. He had said no, and then he had challenged the man, then a fight between the two of them had happened; that had happened for all of a hundred and twenty years before he finally quit his job and then started mingling with the neighborhood kids—taking the necessary steps back in becoming his own age had been hard but it had been worth it.

Kasdi Bishub and he were cool now; he had two half-siblings—two sisters—and he was very happy with the way his relationship with the man was. Kasdi had put him through Pronghorn Academy of Sorcery and Magic, and then to Staffer's Academy; the man had also paid for all of the fees that he had gained due to his school books in his normal schools disappearing or being stolen by the ones who had tormented him on a near-weekly basis. The thought of his attending Militant's Academy had crossed his stepfather's mind twice before he had decided to just send him to Staffer's Academy; with his quiet, calm, and peaceful nature, tutelage at Militant's Academy was just not in his bag. Despite the fact that he was a Goblin, and that he acted in the custom way towards ones that he didn't know, he was still a rather peaceful, calm, quiet guy. At the time that he graduated from Staffer's Academy, he had been sixty places from top of his class—he had had a few issues with three of his courses, which had effected his grades... and had caused him several job opportunities.

His résumé included the likes of Hotel Orderly, Chef for Zel's Restaurant, and Greeter for Mamal's Mall; it had taken him a good lot of years before Tooglib Bazulun had found and then hired him. He had been Mr. Bazulun's gardener and personal chauffeur for four hundred years before Mr. Gloar Rovnitov came around—and, by the time that happened, he had been more than willing to quit working for Mr. Bazulun. While his next to last former employer had been a good man he had also been an annoying and frustrating one—he had been fond of the drink, and of getting him to drive him to town so he could "wet his whistle" in the bars, and he had also been rather rough when it came to his garden. If a flower looked poorly, or died before its time, he'd find himself being yelled at; if the apples or beans or corn wasn't ready for picking, he'd be yelled at; and if his garden wasn't watered at least five times a day he'd find the shoe being thrown at him. The man, at the end of his working for him, had also used him as a means to get him his drugs—he'd be sent all over to get this drug, or that drug, and, if he didn't return with it "on schedule", he'd be seeing more than a plain angry man strolling towards him. Yes... while he had liked the opportunity of working for the man he had also been looking for some other means of work just to get away from him and his odd fetishes, and garden obsessions.

"Was hired to also be a gardener at Mr. Rovnitov's place but, unlike Mr. Bazulun, Mr. Rovnitov was very calm-based and he listened to the ones who worked for him. While one for an occasional smoke, and maybe a dab or two of coke, he wasn't a druggie either."

Gloar Rovnitov lived down the road a few miles from here; he had a large house, and a wife and two kids. He had worked for the man for about twenty years before his current employer came into his life. TazirVile Lajoshu Surfeit, a friend of his former employer, had confided about his being in the market for a gardener and Mr. Rovnitov had pointed him out and then put in a good word about how he was with his garden. Despite the fact that he had struggled in a few of his courses in Staffer's Academy he had started working for his current employer, who's name was on his Loyalty Papers, and who he was forever loyal to, about a week and six days later... he hadn't looked back since, honestly.

Along with working for the man he also lived under his house; apartment 287 had been noticed by him one day when he had been visiting an ill co-worker, who had asked him to get him some stuff from the store so he could get better, and he had seen that the apartment wasn't occupied. After asking his employer about the vacant apartment he had found himself as getting it; he, his wife, Mikia, and their two children were the current residents of the apartment... they were very grateful for having it and in not having to worry about how the next paycheck was going to be split to accommodate the monthly bills and pantry needs.

To that day, he still felt terrible for his actions towards his employer's wife; along with treating her in the verbal custom way that a Goblin did towards ones that they didn't know he had also been physically abusive to her. After hearing that she was his employer's Universal Wife he had still regarded her poorly; it had taken him a while to start treating her right. AI, his employer's wife's initials, were also on his Loyalty Papers—he was just as loyal towards her as he was to her husband. He was glad that she was back and, furthermore, he was glad to see that all of her sons had survived their prolonged stay on Earth and were healthy.

"Mistress," Losal Khrelan said after doing what he had intended to do in the employee lounge and then stepping out. His employer's wife, and her sons, were just now passing by the lounge; he figured it best to acknowledge them.

"Hello," his employer's wife, who sounded rather tired, said in return.

He and she said nothing more to one another; she, and her sons, went on their way and he went on his. Just because he was three-days returned to working in the mansion didn't mean that he could slack off on anything.

"Where you taking us, mom?" Lazeer asked.

"You'll know when we get there." Angel replied.

"Dad's been rather quiet and mysterious since his return," Lhaklar said. "Maybe he asked for us to be brought downstairs or something."

"Please, I spent several hours in that room over the last three days... no more newspapers to read or taped broadcasts to watch." Hazaar groaned, and then pleaded. "Think my eyes have grown allergic to newsprint and to what's shown on the news... they started getting all watery, and then itchy, yesterday."

"Don't think he has anything for us to read or watch," Angel said. "All of what he has in "the museum" has been read or watched by us anyways."

"Do you know?" Hazaar asked. "Momma, do you?"

"I might have an inkling or two to why he wants to see us," Angel replied.

"What is it?" Hazaar asked. His mother said nothing in return.

"Mom's being just as mysterious as the old man is this morning ." Lhaklar chuckled.

And that only made him feel even more curious about what was going on; his father, who had been out of the house for three days, had gotten home that morning, about ten to twenty minutes after breakfast had been served. He had said very little to them—he was still his guardian, and he was still his adoptive parent, and his trip had been fine; this latter thing must of been true because, after they had seen him, they had noted that he looked very fresh-faced and non-tired.

Their mother was tired and there was a very good reason for her to be so—along with taking over the leadership role of the staff and the house she had also been going back and forth from Earth and having to get on Eshal, who had "acted out" on each of the days that the old man had been away. On the morning that their father bid them a temporary good-bye, Eshal had tried to pressure the man into taking her with him; she, for twenty long minutes, had refused to leave the man's side or drop the issue of his taking her with him. A reprimanding had happened just before the man left; Eshal, who had just been left all by her poor lonesome with them, had made a sound akin to a sob and a frustrated sigh before tearing up to the third level. She had locked herself in her bedroom for hours before coming out and then going downstairs—she had spent most of the three days that their father had been away either in her room or with one or more of the Goblins. Their mother had gotten on her more than once during their father's absence—Miss. Eshal either didn't know how much of an "enforcer" ma was or she had forgotten; she had been given a clean reminder of how enforcing their maternal figure was on the three days that dad wasn't in the house.

He and his brothers were clueless as to why she was acting so weird; it might just be a "girl" thing and then it might also be the pure fact that she had been left in a huge house with just ma and them to "keep her company". Lhaklar had also put forth the suggestion that she was scared of them, which they thought was absurd—what had they done to gain such a thing? They might fight and bicker among themselves, and they might have an occasional physical brother-brawl, but they weren't a party to be afraid of. They'd not include her in their fights or hurt her, so she shouldn't be afraid of them.

Their mother had waited until the Goblins had all clocked out and were back in their apartments before going off to Earth; upon her return, she had had a "truckload" of stuff on her. The December editions of their porn-magazines had been given to them, then the other December editions of what they read had been given over and then, as if they needed any further reason to crush her to death with their hugs, she had surprised them with a few packs of smokes and some new models. Hazaar had gotten three packs of Kamel's, Lhaklar had gotten three packs of Black Devils, and he had gotten a "small" bag of pot—ma had not looked pleased over having touched the bag or over having gotten it for him; he had thanked her by giving her a hug, and then a kiss, then he had hid what she had given him.

Three of them fix-blade knives, that had skulls on their blades, that were either a red or yellow or green color, and a cord wrap around their handles, had been given to him before the models had been shown and then distributed.

The first model had been given to Lazeer, who had been slowly slipping into his former depression—up to three days ago, none of them knew about their youngest brother's interest in boats; ma had gotten Lazeer three models boats to do, most of which had been done in two days time.

The Chris Craft model had been done within six hours while the Maine Lobster boat had taken twelve—the Chris Craft model was a plastic model while the model of the Maine Lobster was wood. The third model that he had gotten was of a pirate vessel called Queens Ann Revenge—like with the Maine Lobster, this model was also wood-based; Lazeer was around halfway done with putting it together.

Lhaklar had also gotten three new models to do; the model of the Cadillac Coupe De Vil, that was based off the vehicle that had been made and then put into production in 1949, had been put together in a single day while the model of the Buick Roadmaster Convertible Phaeton, that had been based off the vehicle that had been made and then put into production in 1940, had taken him a day and a half to do. The model of the Ford Tudor Coupe, that was based off the vehicle that had been made and then put into production in 1940, had yet to be done.

Hazaar had gotten two models to do; the model of a mothership was rather big and was going to take him a while to build, which was why he had only gotten two models to do, while the model of the Ascendant Andromeda Starship had taken him a few hours to build and then paint.

Even though Eshal had been a bit of a brat during their father's absence she had also gotten something; apparently, their sister was one who liked doing model representations of animals—ma had gotten her a model kit of a "stallion" that was rearing and she had also gotten her a model kit that had three horses in it that were either grazing or standing still or that were trotting. Eshal had also gotten a cookbook and some sewing and knitting equipment. Despite the thanks given to their mother for her troubles, and thinking of her during her time on Earth, Eshal had still sang like a canary after their father came home—the man, while looking rather shocked and perturbed over hearing that their mother had "done the naughty deed" in going to Earth, hadn't said nor done a thing in removing the items that ma had gotten them from the house. He had probably gone up to see their rooms, and the items that they had gotten, but nothing of what they had gotten had been removed from their possession—due to the smokes all being hidden, he hadn't been able to see or detect them as being in the house or in their rooms. To him, Eshal's tattling on what their mother did while their father was away was a big display of disrespect—ma, while telling them to disregard their sister's action, had said nothing to their sister on ratting her and her activities out.

"Mistress," Eldass said after he and his family had finished their descent down the stairwell that wound around the foyer's right side.

"Hello Eldass." their mother said.

"Master Tazir has asked for me to lead you and the boys to the back door." Eldass said.

"How nice, we're being kicked out the back door." Lazeer, who was feeling very peppy that morning, wasn't able to keep what he had said from bubbling to the surface. Eldass gave him a look, then smiled at him, then started leading them down the foyer's hallway.

"Young Master Lazeer has one fine sense of humor." Eldass said.

"I don't know where he gets it," Angel said. "Definitely not from me."

For some reason, he was overcome with his depression right after he and his family were started on their trek to the house's back door. He looked at the floor, and he said nothing all while on the way to where he and his were being taken; due to his returned depression, he became very robot-like and he also became rather sleepy. They followed the Goblin in order; their mother first, then Bile, then Hazaar, then Lhaklar, and then he bringing up the rear—where his sister was he didn't know and, really, he didn't care. Miss. Prissy Pants, who seemed to not like having them around her, was the last thing on his mind right now.

He put the slow, mechanical breaks on when the Goblin stopped; he was nearly shocked out of his depressed state when the white light showered on him. The hand that grabbed him was gentle yet firm in pulling him towards the light.

"My love, if you'll come and stand by me." TazirVile said. Angel looked at her children; she did a quick count of heads before doing as she had been asked to do.

"No reporters around?" she asked.

"Not that I know of. "TazirVile said. After seeing the look that fell over his wife's face, he said, "I have several of my staff stationed in the yard so, if anyone does get a wild hair up the rear parts, they won't be able to interfere or disturb the boys." After saying this, he turned towards the boys; after seeing that they were all present and accounted for, he clapped his hands. "Alright, all of you are free to explore the yard."

The sky was bizarrely colored—the top portion was a mid-blue color while the middle and lower portions were green and slate gray; the clouds that he was able to see were a lime green and dark blue color and were rather heavy in appearance. There were three spheres in the sky; the bigger of the three was a light gray color while the next biggest was light green. The third was the smallest of the three and was also the brightest; its color was a mixture of silver and light yellow.

The porch, that he was currently standing on, would offer him some cover from the spheres' light; there was a slightly overhanging roof on it and the shade that was provided by the lattice fence, that was around the lower section of the porch, was good. The top portion of the porch was open to the air and elements—quite surprisingly, there was no hint of the storm that had been experienced a few days ago; it was like the storm had been experienced but it hadn't effected anything that was associated with the house. The porch had an eight foot span to it; it was a painted brown color and it had three wicker chairs, that had high backs on them, on it. A path of white stones led away from the porch's three steps. At the moment, his parents were standing by the final step that was on the porch.

Lhaklar was the first of them to venture from the porch; he went down the steps then he went towards the stable. Hazaar trailed his hand along the railing that was to the left of the steps while descending the porch; once on the blue grass terrain, that looked odd when combined with the sky and cloud colorations, he went towards the rocky shoreline that was a distance from the house. Bile, who had just noticed that Eshal was in the yard, picking the flowers that had fallen from the yard's numerous trees up, left the porch quickly. He went towards the shoreline as well.

Lazeer, who was the final one to still be on the porch, came close to crying after finding himself as being all alone. Here were his brothers... they could leave the porch, and they could explore the yard without running the risk or having to worry about their eyes hurting them, and here he was... he couldn't join them because of his photo sensitive eye.

"You didn't turn the lock on the door so we'd be forced to stay out here, right?" Angel asked. Seeing her son, who looked so depressed over not being able to join his brothers in exploring the yard, made her feel low.

"Course not," TazirVile said. He took one look at his youngest son before ascending the porch. "Come on down, son."

"Tazir, don't—" Angel said. Her son had since backed away from the man who was progressing towards him; he was fast in shaking his head in regards to being told to leave the porch.

"Lazeer, there's nothing out here to worry or be scared of. Nothing's going to harm you, now come down." TazirVile said after finishing his ascent up the porch step. "Go on and explore."

"Lazeer, go inside." Angel said. Lazeer gave her a quick look before turning and then going towards the door; he had just reached the door, and had just twisted the door's knob, when his father's hand landed on his arm.

He had no more entered the stable, and then started the process of taking in both the familiar equine faces and the new ones that had either taken the place of the old ones or that had been born and then kept for various reasons before twisting his body around and then racing out. Just hearing his mother yelling, and then screaming, her head off was enough to get his attention; once he was out of the stable, then headed towards the porch, he saw what was going on. The sight of what he saw caused him to put the brakes on; he had never seen such a spectacle happen between his parents before and, honestly, he hoped to never see it again.

His father's back was against the post that held a section of the porch's overhanging roof up; his mother was really giving him an earful about his grabbing Lazeer and about his trying to force one of their children into doing something that he didn't want to do and that could well hurt his health. One look was enough to tell him that his mother's protective side, which could be nurturing as well as scary, had been sparked—he was fast in putting two-and-two together on what happened; his father had obviously tried to force his younger brother from the porch without realizing, or remembering, that he had a photo sensitive eye.

Eldass, the Goblin who had led him and his family to the back door and then out onto the porch, was five or so feet from his parents; while he was slow in strolling over to the Goblin he wasn't slow in speaking to him. Once he reached his side, he noted that Eldass was a bit tense.

"Never seen Mistress Angel behave in such a manner before." the Goblin said. "Rather... terrifying."

"She's not suppose to look beautiful all the time—when she gets into that protective groove she does tend to get a bit scary." Lhaklar said.

"Keeps saying something about Young Master Lazeer's eye—"

"He has P.S.E in his left eye," Lhaklar relayed. Eldass was fast in blinking his eyes; after turning, then seeing who it was that he was talking to, he started listening and carefully. "His sensitivity is only mild-severe, but it's enough to cause him considerable pain if he goes out when the sun's out."

"Does your father know this?" Eldass asked.

"He should—when we were on the ship, we told him about it. We've also spoken about it after being brought here."

"He probably forgot," Eldass mused. "He's a sentient being—like you, me, and your mother, sir. He forgets things just like we do."

"Tell that to my mother." Lhaklar said. He went towards the porch, then tip-toed by his mother, then grabbed his brother; he escorted Lazeer into the house then, seeing as the outing, for the both of them, was ruined, he stayed inside.

He considered going back; with hearing his mother yelling and screaming her fool head off, he considered the option of grabbing Hazaar and then going back to the house. At the last second, he decided to continue as he was—all he was hearing was his mother; his father was either too scared to say anything or he was being wise in keeping his trap shut. He had only to hear the words that his mother was screaming to know that something pertaining to Lazeer had happened and that their father was responsible for it.

He had since taken to leading Hazaar around; his attention, after he and his brother reached the rocky shore, that the ocean was coming in contact with every minute to two minutes, was automatically pulled in the direction of the concrete structure that was to their far right. The pier, he noticed, had new boards on it, and looked rather sturdy; the concrete structure, while looking a little dirty, and while having a bit of moss growing on it, also looked sturdy. When he and his brother reached the structure, they grabbed the sliding steel door then pulled it to the side.

There were more than a couple of Goblins standing at odd places along the shoreline; it was quite obvious that they had been given the order to keep an eye on them and to "stand guard"—of him and his brothers, yes, but only because of the reporters, who were still milling around the property's front gate.

Surprisingly, the door to the structure wasn't locked; he and his brother spent all of two minutes in pushing the heavy door open just enough to allow them to enter. They left the door open after entering the building, which, they were fast in finding out, was as dark as could be on the inside. Before he could light the palm of his hand aflame, a long section of floodlights, that had been built into the structure's ceiling, turned on.

"What is this place?" Hazaar breathed.

"Good question—there looks to be a stall up ahead of us so, maybe it's a stable of some sort." Bile replied.

The corridor, that ran down from the sliding steel door, was long; there were several doors on it that had a small resemblance to that of what would be used on horse stalls—instead of being made of wood they were made of steel, and looked rather heavy. The door to the stall that was in front of them was open; the entire thing was made of steel, which they thought was odd. What was the use for that stall and what was it that could be housed in it comfortably—an animal that had hooves would surely not be comfortable in the stall so they eliminated horses, cows, goats, and sheep from the list of probable owners. They were just starting down the corridor when the sound of ominous baying and howling reaching their ears. The brakes were applied then their flesh became pocked right after the baying and howling was heard.

The baying was loud while the howling was long and low; it was the latter that made them go cold with fear—the people behind the movies that depicted werewolves, or that revolved around werewolves, had the ones who worked the movie's sound and noise backgrounds apply a baying and howling sound that was very similar to what they were hearing to the mythical animals that were in the film. Along with making them long, and sadly overdone howls the werewolves in the films had also yipped, barked, snarled, and growled—while they weren't hearing that they were hearing a lot of baying and howling and, for some reason, scratching.

Hazaar was fast to think of his father having gone and captured an animal that was, sadly, being tortured in the building—with his father being a conqueror, and with his having to "keep in shape" to terrify the ones that he ruled over, he might well be using an animal of some sort to abuse as a way to tone in his abusing skills. Bile, on the other hand, was thinking that the building was a sort of experimenting house where certain animals were taken and then tested on—his adoptive father figure might be using the animals as a way to test certain medicines, or surgical procedures that could benefit the people of his conquered realms or something.

It took Bile a few minutes to remember that his adoptive father had a pack of hunting canines—along with looking rather terrifying, and werewolf-like, they made the same sounds that the movie depicted werewolves did. He came close to laughing after remembering this.

"Brother, I think we watch too many horror movies," Bile said. "We're getting all worked up over the old man's hunting dogs."

"Huh?"

"Follow me,"

He led his brother to the far back wall of the building; after reaching a series of steps, that had been made out of stone, he went down them. In all, it took two minutes to reach the floor that he wanted to go to. Once at his desired destination, he slapped the switch, that went to the level's lights, that was to the left of the stairwell's opening; his eyes were blinked after the light turned on then he suppressed the gasp that wanted to come out.

Hazaar bumped into his brother after exiting the stairwell; with Bile not moving from where he stood, he walked around him. He had no more walked around his brother before coming to a dead stop—what he saw was enough to knock the breath from him.

The kennels were large, and were steel made; the chainlink fence, that ran around their fronts, looked rather strong. The kennels had big, metal dog bowls in them; each had a sort of house in them to accommodate the animals that were in them. When one of the contained beasts lunged at the chainlink front of its kennel, then came in contact with the chainlink fence, a zapping sound was heard—this, alone, told him that the kennels were electrified. A series of loud, bright yellow sparks flew off after the beast collided with the chainlink front of its kennel; the beast merely shrugged its shoulders then walked off—to him, it acted like it was more offended than shocked over being electrified.

"His pack of MoHunds looks to of gotten bigger since our leaving here—there's six to seven extras in here." Bile said after counting the animals that were in the kennels.

"Mo-whats?" Hazaar asked.

"MoHunds—a breed of hunting dog that's native to this planet." Bile explained. "It's a very fast, and very determined, breed... and it's also known to make for one hell of a fine hunting dog."

"How many does he have?" Hazaar asked.

"Counted eleven," Bile replied. "From what I'm seeing, these are the males. I think the old man has the females in another area."

"I'd hate to know what the females look like," Hazaar said. "These things are hideous!"

To him, the animals that were in the kennels were very disproportionately off; the forelegs were nearly four feet long while the back legs were four feet long. The animals were nearly hairless—the black, sparse hair, that was on their haunches and shoulders, was greasy and unhealthy in appearance—and they were a gray color. It looked like they possessed human-like fingers on each of their paws—the non-retractable claws, that were on the ends of each of the animals' human-like fingers, curved; they were very long and sharp. The eyes were yellow and so were the teeth—when the animal nearest him yawned, he was able to see that the teeth that were in its mouth were big and sharp. Most of the animals in the kennels were muscular and stocky; the few immature animals were close to looking the same as the older ones.

The dogs were either not very smart or they didn't give a damn about being shocked by the electrified kennels—several kept jumping at the chainlink fronts of their kennels while others either paced their kennels or stayed in their houses.

"Can we get out of here?" Hazaar asked in a weak voice. "I don't want to be in the building anymore."

"Why're you asking me? I didn't lead you here on a leash—the stairs are behind you, use them instead of asking me to grab you by your hand and then lead you out of here." Bile said. "By the way, this building doubles as Mohund Breeding Central—remember the stall that we saw on the first level? That's where the old man releases the male and female MoHund to do their business."

"Please re-frame from telling me more." Hazaar grimaced.

"Oh now, come on. It is rather educational." Bile said. He decided to gross his brother out. "The male grabs the female, shakes her around a few times then drops her; when she's on her ba—"

"Stop!" Hazaar yelled. "Please, stop. No more!"

"When she's on her back, he mounts her." Bile went on. "He and she fight while they mate—quite a lot of blood is spilled from both animals before the deed's done. The old man comes in with a leash after the male's done his business."

"You're disgusting!" Hazaar exclaimed after placing his hands on either side of his head. "I can't hear anymore! I can't hear you anymore!"

"The female gives birth three months later—the litter size is always the same. Three pups, who attack and then eat their mother after they're born." he was lying; while the claim of the Mohund having three pups per litter was correct the mother dog didn't get attacked or eaten by her babies. The old man separated the mother from her pups after her pups were three months old; after a further two months passed, he separated the males from the females. An assessment on what he was going to keep and what he wasn't would happen afterwards.

With the matter of what was in the building now squared away, they turned then went up the stairs. The light that shown down on the kennels was turned off just before they started ascending the stairs; the baying and howling stopped almost at once after that occurred.

Once they were free of the building, and once the door had been slid to being shut, they turned to look at the ocean. They had no more done so before seeing a boat zooming towards them. A trove of Goblins rushed towards them after the streamlined vessel, that was a blue-gray color, came into view. The camera that was panned on them took plenty of pictures—due to the Goblins' action in rushing at them, and in circling them, the two of them blacked out.

It took Bile all of thirty minutes to be back to normal while, with Hazaar, it took hours; by the time he regained control of his facilities he saw that he was in his bedroom. It took him a short while to notice that he was lying on his bed.