Part One Hundred Thirty One
Who Is Griffindor?
Just past the arrow guy with the gay ring, the
adventurers found a decapitated body and a scythe hanging from the
ceiling.
"GRIFFINDOR!" shouted Turf. Maybe he knew
him. A really gaudy talisman was barely still hanging around the
dead guy's neck. Rocko snatched the talisman. It was a Talisman of
Double or Nothing with one charge left.
"I miss Dade. Does anyone feel like taking a
time out and talking about what we're feeling about Dade's
death?" counseled Buster.
"He was mean!" shouted Corky.
"And he complained a lot," mourned Harry.
"He was obstinate!" admired Rocko.
"I feel...sad," wept Buster.
They continued on as the hallway narrowed. They came
upon a pile of ashes with a dagger sitting in the middle of it.
"Ooo, a dagger!" gasped Buster.
"Cutting implements are for heathens,"
snobbed Rocko. "Turf is Mr. I Know IT All!"
Buster shrieked, "Dammit!" and reached out
and took the dagger. It was a +1 Dagger of 100% Frost Resistance.
"Yes!"
"Frost Resistance! Everyone needs that."
Rocko sounded mean and sarcastic. I bet he gets his soon!
132. Someone Dies!
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