- Markshire PCs:
Well, now havinâ€™ all oâ€™ Nuckle-Flaxesâ€™ secrets on how ta kill the bug what was nibbilinâ€™ away on the roots oâ€™ the shaftinâ€™ tree, the whole bunch oâ€™ us made our way to the Dragon Inn, a quaint little place, sittinâ€™ on a hill not far from the entrance to the Foothold mines.
Seems itâ€™s the only way youâ€™re able ta get to where Frank and the rest oâ€™ the frogs is camped. Now, donâ€™t ask me why the hel that is cause I ainâ€™t got no answer fer ya! We all squeezed into Barrelgoreâ€™s kitchen, then we closed our eyes real tight, and tapped our heels together three times.
At least thatâ€™s what I did! Donâ€™t know what the rest oâ€™ our group done cause me eyes was closed tight, ya know? Anyways, when we opened our eyes, there we was! Standinâ€™ right in the middle oâ€™ Franklinâ€™s camp! Must be some kind oâ€™ magic beinâ€™ used to do that. I hates magic. It just ainâ€™t dependable, ya know? Sometimes it works, sometimes it donâ€™t.
We told Frank about our meetinâ€™ with the dragon and what he had ta say â€˜bout the huge bug tearinâ€™ away at his tree oâ€™ shaftinâ€™.
Then Frank set out an assortment oâ€™ acid bombs, acid arrows and the like, and told us ta use all oâ€™ it on the bug ta kill it. So we each grabbed pile oâ€™ the stuff and made our way down a hole that somehow appeared, close ta the shaftinâ€™ tree. Dammed magic again!
Now me handâ€™s givinâ€™ me the cramps from all me pennin’, so Iâ€™ll writ the rest oâ€™ this down later.