This town is staring to give me the creeps. I've been to a lot of weird places after scootin' out of Linshire, but something about this place just don't seem right.
Don't get me wrong, the people are friendly enough. We stopped at a few of the houses to find out what had happened to the...
Denied! Me! The halfling mage from Tarrytown struck low by the lovely Aelena. The lovely girl with the long brown hair, and the cute little nose, and the bright green eyes, and the way she shakes that tail end when she walks away after smacking me across the face. She wants me...no fortune...
No good ever comes from visitors. That's what I say. This little town of mine would've made it through it all just fine, thanks, without the meddling of that ragtag group of nogoodniks. If anything, they just made it all worse for all of us...hmpf!
Sure, Mary Ellen Mayfair might say how...
I find it hard to comprehend how insane this entire expedition has become. As if fighting dead people who wouldn't die, thieving wizards, and flying kobolds weren't strange enough, we had now found ourselves in the midst of a mystery involving the disapperance of several of our group's items...
If the half-orc says one more thing about that stupid $#%^$#* potion, I'm going to slap him silly, and I don't care that he can probably rip my legs off. I'll slap him silly anyway.
"Where's my potion? Who took my potion? What happened to my yellow potion? Hey, Amaali, did you see my...
Oh no...something's missing!
I am real mad that someone took my potion!
It was yellow, and the dwarf said it would help make me feel better if I got hurt. Now somebody took it.
I think it was one of them halflings. They make me nervous because they're so small, and I think I might step...
Oh, yeah baby! That's what I'm talkin' about! Not just one lovely lass, but two, two fine young ladies of the halfling persuasion. The only thing that could've been better would've been three!
Y' see. It all started not too long after we scooted out of Angelspire on the road north to...
Too many halflings spoils the pot
Dealing with one was OK. Dealing with two would be difficult, but possible. But dealing with half a dozen on top of the braggart we drag with us to begin with? Inconceivable!
Never mind, I'll let him tell it...