[color:"00cccc"] "You know Jurak, I rekon I prefer that chimera as a rat.... Certainly less scary!" I said as we munched on our lunches.
"Hmmpf!" Moaned Jurak, "Me not like pulling my sled again!"
"I'm sure we'll find something else to haul it. I remember an old dwarven principle of 'steam power' but I've no idea how it goes together."
"Sounds funny!" Laughed Jurak, so loudly that the walls shook. "BRUAHAHAHAHAHA! Steam power!"
"Laugh it up you green lummox! Bet you've never seen a dwarven steam tank eh?"
"Once... It didn't work though. Back in the army we found what had been a great battle-site! Dead orcs and dwarves everywhere! We never knew who won. I remember a dead orc, he had a big round hole in him!"
"That's from a cannon. They're loud! Like a bigger version of my boomstick!"
"Hmmm. Mighty weapon. Mighty indeed!"

Jolie came through the door. "Sit down my friend..." I said. "Did you find out the secret of the note yet?"
"No. He shook his head mournfully. I do know where to find she who can read it now! Just outside of town there is a cave, in it can be found an old woman who knows the older tongues. She doe not take kindly to strangers and for some reason I was given this anti-venom."

"So lets go then!" I said.
"Of course! Only...."
"What?"
"I don't know what direction the cave lies in..."
"Hmmm. Maybe Viper can give us an arial view"

With that I went off to find him. I grabbed a big pork leg for meatloaf. Pigs don't care what they eat....
I found him taking a dump behind the tavern stables. (Meatloaf, not Viper <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/biggrin.gif" alt="" />) [/color]


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