Location: Weelond Type: Small Artisan Weelond stopover by North White, on Flickr The Crew of the WTC wandered the streets of the festive Weelond, home of the Oktoberfest. Brought about by some ancient tradition, minifigs from around the world traveled to Weelond to eat Pretzels, and get hopelessly drunk. Street venders sold all sorts of goods, But several members of the WTC found refuge on the roof of the bar their beloved leader was visiting. Weelond stopover by North White, on Flickr "Look, I know you're holding back. You were there, you can tell me what happened. So tell me what happened, Fatsidro." Said the Count Angrily. "I've alheady told you evyhing I know." Said Isidro, visibly annoyed. "I met you hih as a couhtisy." Said Isidro "What else do you know about the group? Even a Pawn knows somewhat of what's going on." Asked the Count Weelond stopover by North White, on Flickr "Not much I just was hihed to hihe a guy who hihed Thaum. I know not even theh name. But it is they who dehstoyed the Wolf's Blood."  "And?" "If you come afta them, they will dehstoy you as well." He checked the scene nervously. "And they have eyes and eahs evhywhehe." Weelond stopover by North White, on Flickr "Well, if they can hear me, then I say bring it!" Said the Count FIN Thanks for viewing my oktoberfest entry. I don't think I emanated the Dutch style well enough but whatever. It used all my colourful bricks.  C&C Appreciated