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Four Thousand Club
Sven nodded. "Alright. Sounds good. I'll leave the traps to you." Sven began to jog off,drawing his buzz baton. Even if he got pounced by a wild animal,and somehow survived the initial assault,he doubted it would help much,but...It was better than nothing. He saw a lot of mushrooms growing on dead logs,but he couldn't identify them. He kept walking in one direction,hoping to find a river,but so far,no dice.