That reminds me of that time my great aunt Nim - we called her Nimble after the accident with a rabbit invasion, but that's a story for another time - got in some trouble with a griffon. That griffon, you see, had previously attacked her sister, great aunt Milli. A wonderful cook, auntie Milli. What one would give for her grilled turnips... where was I again?
Ah, yes. I'd wager a Jansen would make a killing in Baldur's Gate turnip market.
