Julian sat down at the seedy bar. The seat were uncomfortable,
but the barmaid, was a lovely wisp of a thing, not exactly Julian's type,
but beggars can't always be chooser, eh?
"What'll it be tonight?" She asked with a thoughtful and
provocative grin.
"Depends, what's the special?"
"Grub soup," She replied.
"Oh, and here I was hoping it would be you between two
pieces of bread,"
She giggled. "That is dessert, sir."
"Oh well then I will have the special, and an ale with
that, oh and you, of course as a follow-up." The barmaid giggled once more
and disappeared into the kitchen.
Suddenly a flaming hole appeared in the far wall, seething right
throw the thin papery barrier, and also through a random drunk. Apparently,
the flamepede had returned from its chore and it didnt look happy. It flew
into the air at Julian. "Whoa, little buddy," the warrior said soothingly,
"settle down!" with that he muttered a brief incantation and the flamepede
transmutated into a dozen pink marbles, falling gently onto the bar, and
landing oddly in the shape of an upside-down triangle. "hmm," thought Julian,
"this must be a clue about my enemy. But what could it mean?" Julian pushed
these feelings of doubt aside as more
important matters - like his dinner, arrived. The barmaid placed a
bowl of steaming liquid in front of him. She then walked around to tthe
other side of the table and proceededt o spoon feed him. "I could get to
dig this," he thought, out loud unfortunately.
"Her comes the magic carpet," the maid whispered. She
then began to kiss his neck. At that point, a pair of hands emerged from
the soup and strangled the barmaid. Choking, she fell face-first into the
bowl and died. Julian got up, slightly startled. He could never get grub
soup again, well at least not for another week or so. he shook his head,
adjusted his strap, and stepped out of the bar, and into a dense forest?