Merlin the Wainwright's page

"...dang ogres..."

Before leaving, Merlin will try to buy a few "hero-type" goods, like a 10 ft pole and a flask of oil.

Merlin tiredly pipes up "Yeah, heroes..." without much enthusiasm. Sadly, few wagon wheels had needed repair recently, despite all of the thankless hours he had spent dragging hard rocks into the middle of the road. His stomach gurgled fiercely; if he couldn't claim that sweet, sweet reward, it would be another supper of straw sandwiches tonight.