A buddy of mine had a beautifully crafted sword. It was given to his father in service of the Sun Elves. The craftsmanship was such that the name of the sword itself was Beauty. One day we were walking through the wood near an entrance to the Underdark. There was a fishing hole near-by that was virtually untouched for…
A Halfling had a horrible dream, chewed his pillow to bits. He heads down stairs and his wife asks "How are you feeling?". The Halfling replies, "Oh, a little drow in the mouth."