Huge mountain troll bears down on the party just as they are sitting down to some nice hot tea and scones. Their waiter Dorlin trips, sending the scalding hot tea spiralling through the air covering the mountain troll. He screams writhing in pain on the ground, blinded.
"Would you like me to butter your scone, Zerak?" asks Dorlin
"Yes Please"
Dorlin picks up Zeraks scone in one hand and with a flourish scoops a large chunk of butter onto his knife. It was an impressive stylish manouvre marred only when the knife flies from his grasp, imbedding itself in the mountain trolls eye.
"Would you like me to butter your scone, Zerak?" asks Dorlin
"Yes Please"
Dorlin picks up Zeraks scone in one hand and with a flourish scoops a large chunk of butter onto his knife. It was an impressive stylish manouvre marred only when the knife flies from his grasp, imbedding itself in the mountain trolls eye.
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