Introduction: There's a foul scent in the air. The mist hides a deformed creature. It serves with an eerie cheer. Amiodabi is not of the good soul.

Amiodabi

I

Amiodabi...

He doesn't usually stay in one place as much, and he never seems to have his master for more than long. He travels from town to city to village and anywhere else, but without a trace on the trail. The createn limps with a bad leg and catches the attention of anyone who dares to do so; the Good Samaritan to show him kindness.

The one who pauses to study him will always become curious and call to Amiodabi. "You there," They will say, "Why do you linger here? Why not stay at an inn?"

And to them Amiodabi will reply, "Oh may God bless me even just a little!" He cries with a subtle agony from his hoarse throat. "I wish but to just have a place, even a small stack of hay, to lie my head and sleep peacefully!"

The Good Samaritan will examine him some more with pity in their heart. "Have you no money I suppose?" They will ask.

"Ah, no!" He will reply. "No one cares to lend me pay for labor, for you see, my leg here is almost useless; see!" Amiodabi takes a few steps and shows the pain it makes to simply walk.

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"Ah," responds the Samaritan, "I see, it would be a trouble to pay wages for that... But... Perhaps one can be flexible with this..."

Amiodabi will turn to his examiner and study them. "Flexible you say?"

"Yes, you can still do some work for a few coins. I won't mind having the extra baggage."

"What do you say here friend?"

"I am willing to pay you with a room at the Inn for your services. I'll only ask of you for what you're capable of."

The createn widens his eyes with joy and holds onto the Samaritan's hand. "Oh Master, thank you so much! I can do anything you ask of me!" He violently shakes their hand in excitement.

The Good Samaritan barely escapes with their limb intact and asks him the final question. "I say, what's your name again?"

The createn will answer with a big wrinkly smile to show his crooked teeth that are yellow from negligence, "the name be Amiodabi; but you, master, may call me Amio if you wish!"

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II

Poor Amio finds his loving master dead at his dining table, but is too numb in the head to understand the situation.

"Master?" He touches the limp body slightly with no reaction from the other. Amio jumps to the realization. "Oh dear..." He says under his breath. "Who could have done this?" The creatin searches around the room for a clue and finally wanders into the kitchen. "Could I have missed something?" He wonders to himself. He begins to study the ingredients tjat he used to make his master's dinner until he finds a box in the mix with the words "Pest poison." A grave look befalls his face and his demeanor becomes grim. "Oh my," he mutters to himself, "what have I done?" Without anymore hesitation, he runs into his room and begins to pack his things. “This is not good,” he says as he prepares for departure in a hurried fashion. “The authorities, they’ll be on my tail about this!” Amio storms out of the house and begins his trail on the lonely road once more.