Jack took a long drink out of his beer and nearly spat it back out. It was warm! What was wrong with these people?! Beer was supposed to be cold. And this wasn’t beer it was – something else. He made a weird face, but wasn’t about to waste money by leaving it on the bar.
He turned, so his back was against the bar and he could look out at the room. The goblin occupants seemed to be engaged in some oddly loud discussion. All his brain registered though was ‘vaults’ and ‘odds.’ Hmm…. He wondered how he could get a look at that notepad. |