The Merry Widow

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Last week, Our Heroes came to a small tribe of hillbilly dwarves who'd been driven out of their mines by mysterious attackers. Our heroes volunteered to clear out said attackers, motivated by compassion for the less fortunate and venality, as said mine produces goodly quantities of mithral. Calair was befriended by a dwarf, Something-Or-Other, whose idea of snappy dialogue was "You're purdy!" and insisted on staying up with her when she kept watch, despite subtle hints on her part like turning into a tree to avoid conversation. Along with Liass the Snake, Something-Or-Other was turned into a popsicle about five seconds into an encounter with an Ogre Mage. Our Heroes smote the Ogre Mage, along with five henchogres and squillions of skeletons, and then retired to the dwarvish village to rest and recover spells.

( This week... )