Something appeared today in Grasslands. Sand… dunes to be more precise.
And a castle on top of perhaps the highest and sandiest one.
It has a ring to it.
“Thank you again for coming in on your day off, Hoss, to help me.”
“Well,” he answers. “Sounds like the fate of the whole town depends on us finding some facts!”
“So right,” Teebestia replies. “According to this ‘Big Book of Moths and Butterflies’, the name Astarte comes from a particular moth, just like Lapara and almost all sims of the continent we’ve checked. Not a local demon. How ’bout you? Found anything?”
“Still looking through this old book on Malone, the one that told us its most famous resident was Wheeler.”
“Which is impossible. She just showed up there! Still, we should interview her.”
“Hold on, Teeb… here’s a section on Owls Head.” He turns the page, reads a bit further, then utters: “Oh me Godz.”
“What is it?”
“Where *am* I??”
“There, that’s better. Hi Rocky!”
“We found an Ickle,” the raccoon mumbles, half asleep.
“What’s that Rocky?”
His eyes open. “Two of them, Bettie. A blue one, then a green one. East and west. Directly.” He turns into the walking version of himself and goes to her. “Down there. Just in the other sim.”
“What are we waiting for?” she asks rhetorically.
“We wait,” states the raccoon.