Bloody drowfolk...

"Pfft... yer knows, I were in't tavern, mindin' me own business an' 'avin' a few drinks t'other week, when these two bloody drowfolk walks in. They sits down, an' all I's doin' is tunin' me poor ol' lute, an' then sudden-like, out o' nowhere, comes this dagger through t'air tha' cuts me lute strings righ' through. Well, as yer can imagine, I was a bit riled by this. Don' mind so much if they wants ta 'ave a go, but when it comes ta me lute... well... tha' jus' rude.

She walks in like she be queen of everythin' (I were tempted ta make fartin' noises wi' 'er steps, but thought better of it). She were followed by 'er dog, some drow male, who nah doubt 'ad nah much brain fer owt but chuckin' daggers. All high-nosed they was, black an' broodin', wi' nah sense o' humour ta speak o'. I took it well enough, 'cause I knows what they's like... rather likes ta stab wi' blades than wit, 'cause they's nah got the mind for it: subtle as a rock in't face. But then I spots a tin whistle in me sack, so I starts playin' a shrill tune an' shows 'em me arse. Got the male one clawin' at 'is ears... *smirks*

Thought I'd pushed me luck though... the female comes o'er wi' a look like a cat tha' jus' 'ad its tail stepped on... comes up righ' close... an'... offers me a drink. Well, needless ta say, I were surprised - thought they 'ad nah 'umour. So I laughed it off an' took their offer.

So anyways, coupla me friends come in, Linwe an' Rikryn, an' they's chattin' a while. Then sudden like, I gets a funny feelin' about me, like I's too 'ot, an' me belly don't feel righ'. Tries ta get up an' make fer't door, but I finds me legs won' do what I's askin' 'em. Next thing I knows, I wakes up in't room upstairs in bed, all shiv'rin' an' shakin', wi' Linwe doin' 'ealer stuff to me an' forcin' tha' bloody nasty elven tea down me throat.

Them trickster drowfolk - they'd only gone an' poisoned me! *rolls eyes*

Well... I gots better anyways, got folk lookin' after me. Like I says ta tha' drowess... yer can't keep a minstrel down fer long...

An' I'll 'ave me counter strike yet... they best keep their ears open, 'cause I'll be singin' o' them to the citizens... an' epic, I reckons, cuttin' an' sharp off the tongue t'will be... When I's done wi' 'em, th'whole town'll be laughin' at the daft pair..."