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He saw a strange figure, a small homin with white, madly-twisted hair. He was hurriedly working at the enormous pile of dead animals. He cleaned and skinned the whole pile in what seemed like minutes.

"Am I conscious? Am I asleep?" the homin wondered. "Who is this man that cleans so many animals at once, and what does he plan to do with them?"

Slowly the funnly old homin turned to him... around his neck was a grinder, and in his arms a freshly made instrument of unknown origins. It was white, made of the great bodocs skin, and protruding out of the top were jet black kitin mandibles.

"You have had a hard day homin, I am Magog and I have taken the liberty of skinning and cleaning your kills for you. My only price is a little meat and just enough fur and mandible to create this musical delight I hold in my arms."

On that note, Magog handed the homin a small package of bread with some meat neatly rolled and cooked into a tubelike form in the center. "Delicious, thanks be to you Magog" he said as he tore into the package, famished beyond all reason.

"Now I shall soothe your mind as well as your stomach warrior of Atys!"

The funny old man then began blowing into one of the shorter mandibles, and his fingers toyed with another. Magogs elbows squeezed the bladder of Bodoc and a strange sound began to emerge. It almost reminded him of a Raspal, only much louder and less melodic.