The oozy dripping of the slime in the Pit reeked, but Waxy and Smelt trudged through. Their objective was to deliver the clean cotton to king Azerna, and this was the fastest way. The muckstorm at the beginning of their journey slowed them down so much that a less filthy way wasn't an option. With only a burlap sack protecting the cotton from the elements, it'd be miraculous if it actually arrived clean, but they wouldn't dare open it to check.
Eventually, they made it through the Pit, and Azernia was clearly visible in the distance. Dusk was near, but they'd arrive tomorrow. After a restless sleep, Waxy and Smelt resumed their journey, and without the slime slowing them down, it went swiftly.
The two travelers presented the sack nervously to the king. When he opened it, he furrowed his brow, then sighed. He unraveled the sack, and a pristine white clump of cotton spilled onto the floor. Kind Azerna clapped and two attendants approached them. They presented Waxy and Smelt with a large chest, and two camels. It was their payment, and it was far more generous than they could have imagined.
They leaped in joy, thanked the king, quite inappropriately and forwardly than was culturally acceptable, but it was forgiven. With the chest strapped to the back of Waxy's camel, the two began their journey back home. This time avoiding the Pit.
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