They reported to Toby, and he seemed pleased. Now, the three had free time.
Mustachioed decided to continue his quest to find the ultimate moustache wax. To do this he needed a certain flower called a Stabbinggale, which were incredibly rare. Nevertheless, he knew the risks of the task before doing it, so he had to do what he had to do.
Eventually, he tracked a patch to a field. Someone was painting there.
”I didn’t expect to find you here,” Mustachioed said to his wife.
The Painter Swordsman looked at him, and then looked back at her work. “Could say the same th8ng to you,” She said.
”Have you seen an Stabbinggales around?” Mustachioed asked.
”No,” Painter said,”Well, maybe, I can’t tell. They only bloom at 5:00 so I can’t tell,” She pointed to her canvas,”I could be painting one for all I know.”
”I see,” Mustachioed said,”Then I shall wait here!”
”Sure, just don’t be to loud,” Painter said.
”But...but that would take my defining character trait!” Mustachioed yelled.
Painter sighed,”I suppose.”
”Come on, you know you love it!”
”Not when I’m wor-“ Painter looked around,”Do you hear that?”
”A whirring noise?” Mustachioed asked.
Painter nodded,”Yes, it has been going on for a while. I thought it was a bee, but it’s way too loud.”
They looked around for this non-insect noise and finally looked up.
”Ah,” Mustachioed said,”I suppose I have to wait on the Stabbinggales.”