| You really don't care
what cave you're in. What you care about is that the "The Limping
Hufflepuss" is staring you in the face again.
You walk right in and stick your sword point under the barkeep's chin. "Tell me what this is about," you say. "You didn't pay your tip," says the barkeep. "I did too!" "Did not!" "Check your apron!" The barkeep pulls out of his apron pocket a multicolored piece of paper. "Yeah, I know. You gave me this. What's this supposed to be?" "Your tip, and a good one at that!" "This isn't a coin. It's just a piece of pretty paper with the king's portrait on it!" "A pound sterling note. Redeemable for a pound of silver, by order of his majesty." The barkeep reads the words underneath the king's portrait. "Oh," he says in a small voice. "So they're making paper money now. What'll they think up next!" He reaches under the table and flips a switch. "Okay, the tunnel turntable is off. And well, thanks. And do come again!" "You'd best pray I don't!" |