| You are in Cave #12.
The harpsichord music gets louder. You see a tavern sign up ahead: The Limping Hufflepuss. You enter and partake of the mead. The player harpsichord bangs away in the corner. "Get many customers down here?" you ask the barkeep. "You're the first in a while." "How much of a while?" "Well, since opening." "Since opening this morning?" "No, since grand opening." "When was that?" "Don't remember. It was a grand opening. My grandfather opened it." "Ever consider relocating?" "Thought about moving to Cave #6. So if you have any boxes . . . ." |