You know, I used to feel a bit invisible, sitting over at the end of the bar. Not that I didn't like it that way - I do. But lately, it seems like I've been a point of interest, especially to these special adventurers I've been talking about. I mean, I told you about the dwarf trying to take my mug from me - my special magic personal mug. You know, I remember telling you the story, but somehow, my memories of it happening... well, it's fuzzy, somehow. Like I remember the dwarf coming in and sitting at the bar, but now I feel like I remember him just drinking some plain ole water and not even talking to me at all. Hmmm.
Well, anyway, there's another of these special adventurers, another gnome. And sometimes I'm sure he's going to ignore me, like everyone usually does. But then I'm sure he's going to come talk to me, and sure enough, he does. He was in here last night, in fact. The usual bunch of 'em came in, including him. He came and sat next to me, us being the only two small-folk in the place.
