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So much happened yesterday, which was Friday, Iâ€™m gonna writ â€˜bout that instead oâ€™ last week. Iâ€™ll writ â€˜bout last week and how things went with us tryinâ€™ to stop all them beatinâ€™ hearts in the cavern, tomorrow.
I spent most all oâ€™ Friday morninâ€™ choppinâ€™ away at the Demon Skull orcs in in their cave just down a bit from Foothold. Ya see, skulls was one oâ€™ the things writ down on Frankieâ€™s list and fer some reason he needed a bunch oâ€™ â€˜em! By the time I left, I had a few bags full oâ€™ skulls and I headed back to Foothold.
I stopped in the Temple, oâ€™ course checkinâ€™ first to see if Father Ryche was around. I told ya he donâ€™t like me much. I ainâ€™t seen him so in I went. Sun was standinâ€™ there chewinâ€™ on some almonds and we said hello. I knew she was a fine seam-stress, so straight away I told her â€˜bout my dilem . . . uh, problem not havinâ€™ no small clothes ta wear.
I told her Durok had give me some oâ€™ his but they was always fallinâ€™ off and that he must oâ€™ had â€˜em made outta canvas, or burlap or somethinâ€™ cause now they was chafinâ€™ and scratchinâ€™ me somethinâ€™ awful! She gave me a very funny look, then took some measurements â€˜o me waist, and some other parts oâ€™ me. She told me she could make me some nice ones outta silk and even dye â€˜em in all me favorite colors!
Well, oh geez, white cotton drawers woulda been fine, but what girl is gonna pass up a chance to have a few pair oâ€™ silk undies, and each one a pretty color! I asked her if she could rush the makinâ€™ oâ€™ â€˜em along a bit beinâ€™ it was kind oâ€™ an emer . . . uh I was needinâ€™ â€˜em real bad. She said sheâ€™d do her best, but theyâ€™d take most oâ€™ the day ta make, and because oâ€™ that, sheâ€™d be late tonight for our meetinâ€™ with Frankie.
So she gave me all the stuff sheâ€™d collected for him includinâ€™ some knuckles she bought from Aels-witch a few hours ago. Ya see, Frankâ€™s got just â€˜bout everyone in Foothold workinâ€™ hard fer him!
That eveninâ€™ I set off to the Dragon Inn. I knew the rest oâ€™ our group would be watinâ€™ there, preparinâ€™ to make the journey to meet Frank and the rest oâ€™ the frogs in their camp.
Voran, Durok, Walis, Bel and Port was there and I greeted the bunch oâ€™ â€˜em. I took a seat in the corner, ordered an ale, and oh geez, who walks in and right up to our table but Sar and Faith! Yup! The two oâ€™ them now standinâ€™ there in front oâ€™ us bold as brass! Ohhhh Geeeez!
(She uses a ladle to re-fill her cup with tobacco juice, from a spittoon which she now keeps outside on the porch.)