First Story,

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It is a sweltering day in June as you trek along the uneven brick road, wondering when exactly you'll find the next stop to rest and step out of this blistering heat. Then, right when you sit down with your bag to take a rest, you see a tall man riding a horse. He has short, black hair, in a buzz-cut and electric blue eyes. He is wearing a white t-shirt with a leather hat and baggy pants with green shoes. "Need any help?' he says, slowing down. "Yeah, I could use some water." you say, struggling to get up. "Very well, then. But, first, a deal." the horseback-rider says, pulling out a piece of parchment paper. "Before we begin, my name is James Serunda Celton I, and yours?" "Daemon Spencer." You say, exhausted, as you sit down again. "Okay." He replies, handing you a sheet of paper. It reads: "In order to get all the riches you want, you must find a black Labrador named Tenebrae, who is located in the city of Bahía de Flores." "Why can't you deliver him, yourself?" I ask, hesitating "Because I'm on a special mission for the King and I must complete it by sundown tomorrow." He huffed, clearly annoyed "Ok." I sigh, signing the paper. "Where do I find your dog?" "I suggest you start at Mrs Herrero's house. She's the first house on the right when you enter the West Gate. The city will be up ahead. I got to go, now. Good luck, Daemon!" He says, riding off again.

An hour later, you finally stop at Mr and Mrs Herrero's house. You knock on the door before promptly fainting. After what seems like an hour, you wake up on a bed with a green blanket. "You okay, sweetie?' A gentle voice calls out from your right. There sits an approximately 40-year old woman, with a grey shirt and jeans. She has red, wavy hair and deep, brown eyes. "Uh..yeah...Where am I?" You ask, feeling slightly embarrassed at how you've been treated while you are out. "You are in my house. Now, why are you here?" she asks, leaning back in the coach. "A person named James sent me." You say "Did his dog get lost again?" "Yeah." "Of course. He's always sneaking off. Just this morning, he was sitting on my back porch, just watching the squirrels in the trees."

"Do you know where he went?" You ask.