So here's the thing. If there's anybody at The Jolly Pecker you don't want to get on the bad side of, it's the staff. They are, collectively and individually, more dangerous than you'd ever imagine. And last night, a fellow did exactly that, and he's lucky to have survived the event.
I just read that as I wrote it, and it seemed familiar. So I went back to my last journal entry, and I'd written it then, too. Except I don't remember the rest of that story I told you last time. Click & Klack were here last night, and they did almost end up in a fight with that rock gnome. But it didn't happen the way I told it before. No, from what I remember, the dwarf was sitting at the table, drinking with Click & Klack and gettin' along right smart, when the little guy started sneaking over their way, with a dagger in his hand like he was gonna make some trouble. Of course, Willie noticed him sliding along behind the bar, and picked him up and put him on a barstool next to me. A much better place for him to be, one where I could keep an eye on him.
But that wasn't the worst trouble last night. No, some magic-user showed up outside, starts shooting fire at some of our patrons who were heading home for the evening. Of course, Peter took care of it. Which is why Peter hangs around outside. He's not the sociable type, anyway, but he's also making sure nothing happens with everyone inside unawares. Generally, this is a very safe area around the Jolly Pecker, but old habits die hard, he says.
But this mage, he shoots some fire at one of our patrons. Not one of the regulars, just a fella from the area in having a meal and too much to drink. Wilma healed him up after; nobody gets hurt at our tavern and has to pay for a healer, but he'll be achy for a while. And he didn't do anything to provoke the guy, not from how Peter tells it; he was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. But anyway, the guy's walking up the road, shoots fire at him. Peter turns around and flings a few daggers at him, putting him down before he got off more than one more flame. By the time Doxie got to the door, the fight was over. But then Wilma had to head outside to save the poor burnt fella. Meanwhile, Doxie and Willie brought the unconscious mage inside, and into the closet he went.
That closet, I may have mentioned it before. I swear there warn't no closet there a year ago. But it's there. And I feel like we locked somebody in it previous, but everybody tells me we did no such thing. But if that's true, tell me why there's such a good lock on the outside of the door, and why that closet's empty. Who leaves a closet empty, and who locks an empty closet? And why couldn't the mage get out of the closet with magic? Either way, Willie pulled him out of the closet next morning and asked a group of travelers to carry him out a ways with them. Even though I didn't get a look at his face last night, he looked familiar to me this morning.
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