The Teleport digested them and spat them out in a harbor. At first, it looked like a peaceful medieval settlement. The grass was green, which was always a good sign, birds chirped around, and people were busy in the docks. But something was wrong in that place.

Mr. Irving observed how the gelatine dried up and evaporated from his robe. What is it? Mr. Irving was trying to find out what was so irritating about this place.

In the meantime, a puff of smoke escaped the stone vase in Mr. Irving's hands and flew towards a pig pen nearby.

Mr. Irving narrowed his eyes and scratched the hat on his head. Why is everything so angular and sharp in here? He wondered. Then he started to count in his head. Six birds singing, six pigs in the pen, buildings have six walls, six ships in the dock. Oh no, oh no. Then he looked at the signs: "Welcome to Waxend, the safest port in XardaX" So it is a hex world, sure. Let's have a day in a mathematical joke for six-year-olds where you have all the answers to everything solved rather quickly, six, every time...It will take me days after we return to wash my brain of all the six-sided thoughts, arguments, and mental pictures. I miss circles already! Mr. Irving quickly drew a circle in the dirt with his boot and slightly relaxed. But then he noticed that the little stones and chunks of dirt around the circle were clustered in little hexagons and he stomped infuriated.

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"Tox!" he said aggravated.

"Wait Warner, I have something going here!" said one of the pigs, its eyes glowing red. The pig then turned to the other five in the pen and oinked something in a commanding but also very encouraging tone. The other pigs oinked back in agreement, enthusiastic.

The pig with the red eyes looked at the closed gate of the pen and spoke to Mr. Irving: "Ehm, Warner, could you please open the gate for us?"

Mr. Irving scratched his hat again: "Stop fooling around, Tox, we have work to do and I would like to have it done quickly, it is a hex world!"

The pig shook its head: "C'mon Warner!" the pig looked at the sea nearby. "It will take less than a minute, I promise!"

Mr. Irving knew it is pointless to argue and simply opened the gate. As soon as he has done it, Tox ran out with all the pigs following him. They all oinked happily. They ran towards a small cliff overhanging one side of the port. They ran up there and then Tox and his pigs jumped off the cliff to the sea.

Mr. Irving shook his head as he was listening to the unhappy sounds of pigs drowning. After a while, one of the six birds sat on his shoulder and chirped a triumphant tune.

"Why, Tox?" Mr. Irving asked.

The bird looked curiously at the wisened face of his friend: "I just re-enacted a cool scene from one of the holy books from the Terra world! I tell you, there is so much fun hidden in those gospels!"

Mr. Irving sighed and went to the nearest hexagonal inn.