Atlantis: Milo's Return Page #3

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as soon as we can.

What's the matter, Vinny, afraid to play

patty-cake with the sea monster? Ooh!

No. I don't mind a little patty-cake.

But I really don't wanna be here

when the bombs on that sub pod

hit bottom.

I guess fishing hasn't been

too good lately, huh?

That is not surprising.

No doubt that tentacled-demon

devoured the local fish stocks long ago.

Then why is it still here?

Because it doesn't eat fish anymore.

Maybe that's why they built

the village on the cliffs.

You don't want that thing

showing up for dinner.

Not real friendly, are they?

Ew! What is that smell?

It's like rotting fish.

Why do you accuse such a thing?

I have bathed. Recently.

No appreciation for fine cologne.

Easy, Mole. She's upwind of you.

I'd say it's more likely

we're smelling all this mildew.

Everything is wet from the fog.

But you do need a bath.

Look at that.

Interesting way

of attracting tourists.

Milo, we got company.

I am Edgar Volgud,

the magistrate of this town.

What is your business here?

Nice to meet you.

My name is Milo Thatch.

I doubt there is anything in Krakenstadt

that concerns you.

And what about your town pet

that nearly sank our ship?

Your ship will be repaired

at the shipyards of Trondheim.

You should leave soon.

The roads are treacherous after dark.

I'm sure they can

start repairs without us.

We thought we'd stick around

a while and enjoy the scenery.

Trondheim has excellent views.

All the same, we'll stay.

Miss Allyson is the innkeeper here.

She'll give you rooms for the night.

A driver will take you

to Trondheim tomorrow.

I've seen that fellow before someplace.

I think under a rock.

Reminds me of a leech, a worm.

A, kind of, salamanderish...

Obby, no!

He was born in molten rock.

Wasn't Volgud that statue guy?

That would make him

even older than he looks,

which I gotta say is pretty darn old.

They say he made a deal

with the devil to live forever.

But forgot to ask for eternal youth.

This will drive the fog from your bones.

- Thank you.

- Merci, mademoiselle.

Thank you, Miss Allyson?

Inger. There is a darkness

around Edgar Volgud

and that shadow has dimmed

all that was happy here.

We would leave,

but this inn is all we have.

It is no place for me

to raise my little one.

Things will not change here

until its power is broken.

"Its"? You mean Volgud's?

Or the sea monster's?

I will prepare rooms for you.

But do not cross Edgar Volgud.

And leave as soon as you can.

They gotta work

on their tourist industry.

Come on. Just follow his lantern.

- Where is that coming from?

- What is it?

It is not of this Earth.

No. That's a bird.

A very big gooney bird.

Or a puffin...

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