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we find her?” asked Natalia, wanting to move on and put some space between them and the Elf.
    Domnyar just pointed straight out of his door. Natalia and Catalyst turned and saw a five hundred pound, six foot eight inch tall woman, covered from head to toe in hair. Miss Turr had fangs and was walking straight to Domnyar’s hut.
    “ Great, just when I thought we were getting out of here,” thought Natalia.
    Waving to Miss Turr as she walked towards his hut, Domnyar turned and set a place for her at the table.
    Just as hairy and just as tall as Domnyar, it was hard for Natalia to see the attraction. Taking her first really thoughtful look at the Basajaunak, Natalia couldn’t help but notice just how much they looked like the elusive Bigfoot or at least the pictures of him shown on TV, but the Basajaunak stood straighter than Bigfoot and was not shy.
    Pulling back from her hug, Miss Turr left Domnyar with a kiss on the cheek and his face fur turned a light shade of yellow from the warm fuzzy feeling of desire – either that or embarrassment.
    “ That’s the downside of fur, children. It can change colour with your mood,” said Domnyar.
    “ Some of us would say that’s the upside,” said Miss Turr with a smile on her face, satisfied that Domnyar was feeling just uncomfortable enough. “So it’s my understanding that you children have been looking for me,” said Miss Turr.
    “ Yes, we have,” replied Catalyst.
    “ But how did you know?” asked Natalia, cutting Catalyst off for the sake of being able to speak with another woman.
    “ An old trader passed by my camp last night and mentioned it. When he told me that two children were staying with my old friend Domnyar, I found the perfect opportunity to come back,” replied Miss Turr as though she needed a reason to visit Domnyar.
    “ If the two of you are so in love then why not just get married?” asked Natalia, blurting it out, tired of all the flirting. With that the room went silent. Miss Turr looked around as though she was waiting for a…question or two...maybe.
    “ Miss Turr, I’m sorry,” said Natalia going on to explain what had brought them there and what had happened the night before.
    “ But can you tell us where to find this trader?” asked Catalyst cutting Natalia off for a change.
    “ Sorry, I can’t. He kept walking into the night and I came here,” replied Miss Turr.
    “ So would anyone care to introduce themselves?” asked Miss Turr.
    “ I’m Natalia and this is Catalyst,” said Natalia, grabbing Miss Turr by the hand.
    “ Let’s see this key that’s so important that two children had to find me because of it,” said Miss Turr as she held Natalia’s hand so she didn’t feel alone any more.
    “ Well, we were wondering whether you could tell us if it was you that had made this key. If you didn’t, then you might know the work and at least point us in the right direction,” said Natalia, taking it from the fitsall.
    Taking the piece of crusty metal from Natalia and a bottle from her pack, Miss Turr dropped the piece into the liquid and almost instantly the crust fell from the metal to reveal what was some of her best work ever.
    “ Is that trillium oil you have there, Miss Turr?” asked Natalia.
    “ No, this stuff is some cleaner I made. It works on everything from metal to wood,” replied Miss Turr as she picked up what was left of the key.
    “ No doubt about it. It’s my work,” said Miss Turr looking, at the emblems carved on all four sides of the squared knob and the fifth one carved on its top.
    “ However, the key that this was once on is no good now. It needed to be soaked in trillium oil for at least one day almost as soon as it was made to stop the missing pieces of the metal from trying to grow back in. So whatever I cut this for, it won’t fit now. See, children, for every layer of crust that grows over this metal it adds another layer of metal underneath it. See right there,” said Miss Turr, showing