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Since no Rancidian would follow us behind Fresh Falls, it’s only now that we’re safe to talk.”

“But you’re not going to scrub me?” Hobgoblin asked again, a little confused.

“I promise I’m not going to scrub you,” said the Huntress. Grimacing, she looked down at the royal badge pinned to her cloak. “Fiddlefart’s cruelty and selfishness disgust me, but I’ve held my nose and played the role of loyal servant. I have worked hard to earn his trust.”

The Huntress sat down on a wet, algae-covered rock. Hobgoblin sat down beside her.

“When I was a child, I had an experience that inspired me to devote the rest of my life to helping stinky creatures in danger,” she said. “As soon as I heard that Fiddlefart had taken over Rancidia, I knew I had to help. For many years now, I have collected information, watched Fiddlefart for weaknesses, and waited for the right time to overthrow him and restore the Rancidian democracy. I believe that time is nearing, Hobgoblin.”

Hobgoblin’s eyes sparkled with admiration for the mysterious squirrel. From what the warthog had told him about Fiddlefart, it would take a lot