The doorman entered and announced visitors. A rather haggard p-Mayard and Longbeard Nineteen-names entered. Even a Shapechanger had difficulty disguising the effects of a hangover and spending a night on a straw bed in Nineteen names’ austere quarters.
Burgomaster Norman said, “Now look what the wampus cat drug in! You two look like Kobolds’ trash!”
p-Mayard noted the feast being enjoyed by Mayard-Rhiann who was really Rhiann and puffed, “I’ve enjoyed about as much of Longbeard Nineteen name’s’ hospitality as I can stand. Can’t say much for his lodging! Madam Darktop, you are as lovely as ever. No one can cook like you. Burgomaster Norman sure runs a tight ship! Your hospitality and security in this wild land is greatly appreciated. Here is a token of my and Rhiann’s appreciation.”
p-Mayard extended a dark blue arrow with dark red fletching.
Storming Norman said, “By the Seven Wonders of the Veldt, is that an Amazon’s arrow?”
p-Mayard gloated, “In the flesh! Comes straight from the Temple of Artemis. Not easy picking, but you are deserving of such a gift, Burgomaster. It’s made of bluewood and nigh unbreakable. The fletching is a red condor feather. Amazons raise the big birds like chickens. The arrow is my gift to you.”
Storming Norman was duly impressed and said, “Mayard Klarje, you are one of a kind. Now I’d like to see some Magick. Make old Longbeard look pretty. Nah! That’d take a True Wish!”
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