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. Even
if he still had the ability to talk, he couldn't have uttered a
sound. He stared in disbelief at what was sticking out from
Zoma's black robe.
It was a shaggy red tail with a snow-white tip.
Lord Toede's Disastrous Hunt
by Harold Bakst
The Pilgrim's Rest was a pretty old tavern, having been
started by the great grandfather of its owner, a gnarly old
dwarf by the name of Pug. But the place looked even older
than it was because it was built into the hollow of a huge
and truly ancient oak tree near the Darken Wood.
Following the shape of the trunk, the room was basically
round and soared up into the dark heights of the tree's
interior. Up there, unseen, were woodpeckers, bats, a few
squirrels, and various other critters. Occasionally one of
them would fly or creep down along the wall to steal food
from the round, rough-hewn tables, and old Pug was
constantly chasing them back up again with a broom.
"Don't feed the animals!" he kept telling his patrons. "It
only encourages them!"
Business at the Pilgrim's Rest was usually good, thanks
to the forest paths that crisscrossed all around it. On any
given day, there was likely to be an assortment of many
peoples - elves, dwarves, humans, and such - all traveling to
and from the four comers of Krynn
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