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There's a tear in Burl's eye as he looks in the purse. Carefully placing a gnarled hand on the top of your head, he says, "All gods bless you, little one -- and the gobbo and the baragoon, too, for saving the roof." Turning to your prisoner/informant, his voice hardens. "If yer done flappin' yer gab, boy, you best get to work. There's a lot of broken glass to clean up before you can even think about eating today..."
"Wha...?"
Burl quickly steps to the side to get out of the way, but is still left in awe at Caspian's lightning-quick reaction.
Burl examines Cricket carefully, then admits, "Well, OK, I probably wouldn't let him run the still unattended..."
Burl leans over to Caspian and says, "I wouldn't be so quick to mingle with the likes of wizards and noblefolk! They care nothing for people like us, and we're all better off making our own justice and our own laws." You begin to see why you're an adventurer and he's not!
"Woostersheer? Is that anything like Angostura bitters?" He puts a shot of the latter, mixed into some throw-away reject whisky, on the bar in front of you, then, looking at your bloodshot eyes, adds some hot sauce for good measure. "In case yours doesn't work," he offers.
Burl, obviously expecting some fabricated tale of a one-on-one battle against an orc god or something, is first surprised, then pleased at the telling. He chuckles a bit. "Would that I had some of that venom for the still -- there's a lot you can do with it." He carefully removes the bone fragment, fits it to his hatband, and hands the remainder of the necklace back to you. "Thank you for the gift," he says. "Now, what's this about Bullwinkles? And what the hell are they, anyway?"
Burl looks almost kindly as he accepts the necklace (although you sense the wariness may still be there), then indicates one of the decorations -- a burnt bone shard with dye. "Tell me about this mighty champion, and of his slaying," he asks. |
