Crylax slept fitfully at the Ragged Maiden. All tucked away nice and neat in one of the inn’s back rooms where nothing could bother him save the warm smell of the kitchens below, he tossed and turned and rumbled and tumbled, muttering things that no sane man could possibly understand. The musings of a warrior and the mutterings of a sleeper. This opener is lame so let’s make a hard left and fix that.

JIBBERJABS back in Assol. He had ridden hard from the frontier (where his encampment was camped) and straight across the plains to the Outland villages. There were the makings of a plot here and after twenty nine scenes of aimless WRITING he suspected there might be something worth looking into. Just a little something, nothing huge because this isn’t Crylax’s story no sir. He had the appearance of a protagonist but not the time for it. He was currently starring in someone else’s story. Here he was a supporting character; he had the time. He could do that for his friends Blom Blomgrin and Hem Slonnigum.

SO THEN after that Jibberjab ambush he knew he needed to alert Blom and whoever else.

Okay great so here comes Blom knockin’ on the door. “Crylax open up now,” the innkeep’s voice sounded from the hallway.

“Hmmm hfmfmfmmmfm,” mumbled Crylax. He was in fact fully awake but was a grumpy lad in bed. He just was just a dramatic man.

“I reckon I know how to enter my own inn’s own rooms now, and I aim for you to understand that’s what I aim to do now.”

The door swung open seemingly of its own accord and Crylax groaned from the bed. “Ah Blom it’s late man, what, what do you want at this hour?”

“Look I know it’s late and but I have to be honest here I ain’t got much else to do,” Blom said in a tone that just really didn’t do much for his established character. “Heemee’s Finest don’t do much for me these days and the Autumn Storms keep me awake.”

“Well thanks for bustin’ in to MY room and lettin’ me know.” Crylax was a man.

“Come join me in the common room in the morning, there’s someone I want you to meet tomorrow.” Blom looked around the sparsely furnished room. “I’ll need to spend a few dockets redecoratin’, I reckon.” He walked out.

Crylax groaned angrily and considered what had just transpired entirely needless.