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Tales From a Second Hand Wand Shop- Book 1: They Were the Best of Gnomes. They Were the Worst of Gnomes.

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by Robert P. Wills

After an hour, Drimblerod returned to the wand shoppe. Grimbledung was sitting sad-faced at the counter. “This is no fun,” he lamented. “And I’m bored.”

  Drimblerod smiled at his partner, “Don’t worry. Things will pick up. And if not, I’ve got something that might help cheer you up.”

  Grimbledung lifted his head off is hands. He still didn’t smile, “I can’t imagine what could do that. Besides customers wanting to join the Gatherers Division.”

  Drimblerod moved to the counter, across from his partner, “This will. While I was getting my hair cut, Seville told me there had been another skirmish outside of town to the east. This time the local militia was able to take care of it. It seemed to be another group of mercenaries sent this way.”

  “Dead mercenaries is good,” said Grimbledung, “that’s nice to hear at least.”

  Drimblerod shook his head, “That’s not the good part. Seville said that the Mercs had some magic with them.”

  “Dead magicians is good too.”

  “No, no, that means that there might be wands out there. You should check it out on the way to the barber shoppe.”

  Grimbledung perked up. “Well, that’s at least something. Searching dead bodies for wands does always cheer me up.”

  “Great. I’ve got the shoppe; you check out the wands and get cleaned up. No matter what, we’ll have ourselves a hot time on the old town tonight.”

  “That would make a good song,” remarked Grimbledung.

  Drimblerod raised an eyebrow at his partner, “What would?”

  “Check the wands, get cleaned up” of course,” said Grimbledung as he moved around the counter and made his way to the door.

  “Watch out for Halflings, by the way,” warned Drimblerod, “There’s a group of them wandering the town looking for trouble.”

  “Thanks for the warning. I’ll make sure I stop by and tell them hello.” He stepped through the door and onto the sidewalk. He looked left and right. There was not a Halfling in sight. With a shrug, he headed toward the eastern limits of town.

 

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