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« on: August 11, 2008, 01:20:10 AM »
Spyro glanced around the small room. "Where are we?"
"I don't know," Cynder replied from off to his left.
He glanced over and made out the shape of the other young dragon in the darknes. He remembered chasing her into a cloud and then suddenly he was just standing here on solid ground.
"Where's Sparx?"
"You're standing on him," the dragonfly replied from beneath Spyro's foot.
"Oh, sorry," Spyro said raising his foot.
The yellow dragonfly took to the air, his glow illuminated the room they were in and they quickly glanced around. There were two wooden poles with long bundles of white hair set against the wall as well as some poles that ended with stiff yellow hair. Several bottles of something, which Spyro guessed might be potions lined the wall. They were facing what looked like a door. They could hear shuffling noises coming from behind it.
(They're in a broom closet. I don't know enough about the cafe's layout to know whether the closet exits out into where the Shurlaps are.)