Deep Imp Act
You tiptoe through the threatening underbrush of the Dark Elbow of the Woods, leaving no stone unturned (or tern unstoned) as you search for the Friar's lost artifact. You're looking so hard, in fact, that you almost trip over a little L Imp sitting by the side of the path. He's holding out a little wooden cup, and contriving to look as pathetic as possible.
"Hey there, guv'nor!" he says. "Spare a few meat for a down-on-his-luck imp? I can't walk since I broke both legs in one of Satan's Infernal Sack Races."
You reach into your wallet, then stop. "Wait a minute," you say, "I'm wise to your imp act, and it shall have no impact on me. I've seen plenty of L Imps making an honest living by beating the stuffing out of adventurers. Anyway, I don't have time for this. I need to find some magical artifact some tubby losers lost in here."
"Oh, I know what you're looking for!" the L Imp says. "I'll tell you who took it, and I'll give you some of my imp ale, if you'll just use this tree branch to scratch inside my cast for me. The itching is driving me crazy!"
You agree to the dark creature's nefarious terms, and he tells you that one of his fellow imps, an artist by trade, stole the artifact. You thank the L Imp, pocket the imp ales, and head off to look for an imp in a beret.
 | You acquire 3 Imp Ales |
Occurs at The Dark Elbow of the Woods.
Notes
- Has a cap of 6.
