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Message: <blockquote data-quote="the Jester" data-source="post: 2698690" data-attributes="member: 1210">INTERLUDEA few days before our heroes meet the Tydonians, Cur (who the astute reader may have noticed is not with the others) is sitting in the Broken Talon (the half-orc bar that Goer showed him).  Ironically, the bartender, Durkon, is a tough-looking human.  Cur is sitting there, nursing a drink, when he notices someone looking at him.  He shoots the fellow a glance, and after a moment the half-orc approaches.  He’s dressed in farmer’s clothes, with a straw hat on.  “You aren’t from around here,” hazards the farmer.“Nope.  Whitewater.”“Oh?”  The farmer seems puzzled.“Upstream,” Cur clarifies.“Oh.”  The light goes on in the farmer’s brain. The two strike up a conversation.  The farmer’s name is Zerg, and after Cur buys him an ale he asks what Cur does.  Cur replies that he is a deputy and a rat catcher.  Zerg wonders if there’s any money in that, and Cur confides that he also adventures somewhat.  He buys another drink for Zerg.“The truth is,” Zerg sighs, “I have a lovely daughter- finest half-orc lass you’ve ever seen!  And oh boy, can she cook!  And baking... mmm!  I’m looking to, well, find someone to take care of her.  She’s a big girl now; she needs a husband.”“I see....”Zerg stretches and takes another gulp of his drink.  “Matter of fact, I have something... special... for her dowry, too.  An old orcish thing; not really sure what it is, even, too be honest.  Maybe you’d like to come see my beautiful Zerga?”“Certainly!”And the thoughts of beautiful half-orcish thighs dancing through Cur’s head blind him to all the clues- especially the untended fields of Zerg the “farmer”- until it is too late.  He notices neither the occasional sly look Zerg shoots him, nor the other half-orc’s increasingly nervous manner as they approach his farm, nor the aforementioned fallow, untended fields.  When Zerg directs him into the barn, Cur goes gladly.  It isn’t until something in the loft stirs and wings its way out to him that he at last senses the danger he is in.Jaw agape, Cur can only stare as the tiny white dragon breathes a cone of ice cold at him.  He snaps out of it and turns, just in time to hear the slam of the barn door.  And the snick of a lock.  Cur howls in dismay as the dragon bears down on him.END INTERLUDE</blockquote>

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