And so Blinkly opened his newly crisped mouth and replied.
“I think toast would be an appropriate description.”
“Bah!” The bowman cried, for his bow had fallen apart in his very hands, after firing but one arrow! “Wait until I get to that weaponsmith. These arrows are obviously cursed!” The bowman discarded the quiver of 200 arrows by the road, where scavengers found it, and each separate arrow went their own ways with different owners, as time passed. Some found them cursed. Others, found that they may not be as cursed as one thinks.
Three shuriken carved from the skull of a dragon, they say they never miss the heart…
An over sized blowgun with a matching specialized bag of holding. This blowgun is halfling made and it should be noted that “whiffle” is the halfling word for gerbil.