Your Minstrel Clamps
Clancy catches a look at your map and clamps his trotter down tightly on your arm. "Brave, handsome, sexy Boris -- I mean, <playername>, does that say thou hast access to a mine? It looks to be so, but in the days of yore 'knob shaft' had a somewhat different meaning."
"It is indeed a mine, fair Clancy," you say, "but why does that excite you so?"
"Ah, forsooth, if we go there, I may anon learn a miner chord!" he says, chuckling. "What think thee of my jest? Should the minstrel thing fall through, I had always dreamt of amusing with my jests."
"Keep dreaming, good Clancy," you say.
| Go Down the Old Mine |
"Say," Clancy says, as you head toward the mine, "dost thou suppose the goblins who toil in that mine can drink in their local inebriatorium? Or do they not serve --"
"Good Clancy," you say, "Shut your face or I'll cut it off."
"See, thou'rt sounding more akin to Boris every passing minute!"
Occurs when prompted by Clancy.
