One evening, Mogey and Smush were huddled in their yurt, roasting smelt, when they heard a knock-knock-knocking at the door.
"Who eeeeees it?" Mogey called as he walked to the entrance.
"It is I, the Wizard Agroblah!" the voice at the door boomed as the door was kicked open, sending Mogey flying across the room. The man in the doorway was tall and slender, and in his right hand he held a staff topped with an iron grape.
"Ouch!" Mogey groaned, picking himself up off the yurt floor and glowering in Wizard Agroblah's direction.
"I've come in search of a new slave," Wizard Agroblah bellowed, ignoring Mogey's glare. "The perks of the job are as follows: you will travel with me to faraway lands, eating at the tables of kings and emperors, you will have full access to my immense stable of horses, more gold than you ever dreamed of, the affections of damsels in distress, full dental coverage, and an exquisite 401K plan."
"What's the catch?" Smush asked suspiciously.
"Um," Wizard Agroblah replied, as if it was a trick question, "you'd be... a slave...."
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