If you are lucky enough to receive welcome at the Beardmonger manor, you may be get the chance to look upon a sporting room much talked about in explorers circles. You will have to step carefully where the rugs all have heads of snarling beasts. Above finely carved drawers of hand-drawn maps, and glided bookshelves, the walls are buttressed with gun barrels. The forest of blouderbusters and elephant guns give the room its tangy smell of black powder. There are framed pictures of Roosevelt, pictures of Quentin beside various fresh kills, a picture of Quentin arm-locked with Hemingway. You will feel the penetrating stares of hundreds of dead eyes from the prodigious wall mounted trophies. A rhino, a moose, a jaguar, a caribou–just their heads gleam with the light of a roaring fire. Sharks, sturgeon, sailfish, and tortoise; all lacquered and swimming through the air, are here. But you will notice between the great tusks of mammoth and elephant, above the fireplace, a conspicuous gap in the otherwise well decorated walls. The prominent place above the mantel is reserved, and the mission Quentin Z. Beardmonger is on right now, may indeed fill it.
Everest is too crowded these days for any respectable Yeti to still inhabit, thinks Beardmonger. Its a regular Disney world with oxygen tanks. You have to go quite off the map to be in the game. Mount Infinitude has a local reputation for the abominable snowman. The powerful winds coming down the slope often have a whiff of potent musk, that folks blame Yeti for. After several months at the basecamp at Infinitude, gathering journals full of stories about the monster, Beardmonger ventured up the rugged rocks and into the keep of the Abominable Snowman.
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