An elf, a dwarf, and a dragonsire walked in, and of course
everyone stopped talking, and stared.
To their credit, they just stared back, until eventually the
bartender did his job.
“You here to start trouble, or just look for it?”
The dragonsire glanced between her companions.
“Neither. We’re just looking for solid food and a quiet bed
for the night.”
The bartender chuckled and picked up a dirty drinking horn.
“Lady, a group like yours? Trouble has a way of finding you.
But you can sleep in the stable.”
And that’s why the fire imps only killed the horses.
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