That Frida, she had some good grub at the Noble Grape, but boy was she a mean one! Can’t say that she hires for niceness neither. There was this one old gal who kept yelling in my ear. I ain’t that deaf!
But Frida, not much gets past her ear — even when she ain’t in the room — which is a 9 days wonder to me and so she had our number pretty quick.
When that agent feller showed up at Miss V’s room the night we found the diamonds, I thought we were treed like a raccoon.
After we were transported to the forest from the Plane of Cysts, Myntilly cast Leomund’s Tiny Hut and we all clambered inside. Everyone picked a spot and stretched out. I stood watch for those first two hours. The trees seemed to sway and (more…)Older Posts »