Master Whye, who describes himself as “a brilliant scholar, superb weaponsmith, exclusive berry supplier to Miss Holly Hornblower, excellent wordsmith, virtuoso musician, genius and modest to boot”, has got a bee in his bonnet.
ARGH! It’s almost enough to make a dwarf give up ale. Almost mind you, almost. Every time I try to pick some berries to feed a starving cave-claw, on a selfless mission of mercy with no thought of personal gain, some darn elf beats me to it.
Elves with round ears!
Elves with beards!
They’re all at it!
And by the way I think a few more treasure-hunter’s picks in the reward wouldn’t go amiss. And more trained cave-claw cages. And more dowsing gems.