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. The once elegant and
haughty, once well-fed minion of the Highlord was now
gaunt-faced and clothed in rags.
"Groag!" yelped the kender, sitting up straight.
And before anyone knew it, the crazed hobgoblin
brought forth from under the table a rusty double-edged
battle-ax, which he immediately swung overhead. Down he
came with it, just as the inebriated kender jumped away, his
abandoned chair cracking in two. Everyone else around the
table jumped back, knocking over their chairs.
"Stand still!" cried the enraged hobgoblin, jumping to
his feet and hefting the heavy axe once more. "I want to
show you how damned grateful I am!"
"Some other time, perhaps!" called back Talorin,
springing lightly back toward the door.
Groag rushed him and swung the axe, smashing a row of
clay steins on the counter.
"Oops!" cried Talorin. "I think maybe it's time I take my
leave!" And, with that, he hopped out a round window.
"Farewell!" he called, his voice already distant in the
woods. "I'll give Kronin your best!"
"Come back!" raged Groag, holding the axe aloft and
dashing out the tavern door. "Come back and let me thank
you and all your meddling race!"
The remaining patrons pressed back to the circular tree-
trunk wall for safety and looked at each other in disbelief
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