The sky was clear and the moon was full.
The Lunar light danced upon the snow covered trees and the ground was a glisten with what looked like diamonds.
The Gumba was indeed a rich man, he had his Bard, the Great Beasts and many wondrous friends.

In the distance, a very low drone could be heard over the singing of the winter birds.
The drone grew louder and louder until a great shadow went screaming across the lands of the Great Gumba.
The shadow was of the davinci flying machine, piloted by none other than Lord Complo, master of the skies.
He flew low over the tree tops, the wind fighting against the great machine.
The animals scurrying to and fro, not knowing what to do.

At last the great machine fluttered to a stop upon a hill some 50 feet from Castle Catalano.

Out stepped Lord Complo, Tis good to see you my friend, said the Gumba. Good to see you also my friend, said Lord Complo.

They retired through the gates of the castle to talk about old times and talk about plans for new adventures.........

The plot thickens..............

Long live Lord Complo
Long live Fair Lady Riguez

Huzzah to the Southron Regions

Long live the Great Gumba and Kerry the Bard.

So sayeth the Great White Sage of the Northron Regions