[Mithadan]

Fuming, Mithadan stomped away from the refreshments stand with gritted teeth and an evil look in his eyes. "Yesss. I have been misssunderssstood and ill-usssed. But I will get my own back. Yesss, I will. People will sssee if I will ssstand being attacked, robbed then ssstuffed into a barrel! I have good friendsss now, good friendsss and very ssstrong. They will pay for thisss..."

Mithadan settled down to think by the edge of the Great River. He rearranged the dirty rags which covered his sickly pale white skin and ran his tongue over his six sharpened teeth. His bulbous lamp-like eyes glowed faintly green as he reached into the water and snatched up a trout. "Fisssh, nice fisssh. Yesss, they will all pay! I will sssummon Underhill, and Sharku, Gilthalion and the Barrow-Wight! We will change their passswordsss, give them sssilly sscreen namesss, delete their possst countsss, ssssend them endlesss private messsagessss. Yessss, nice fisssh..."

Mithadan shakes his head violently. His eyes shrink back to normal size and regain their grey color. His skin darkens to its usual healthy tan and his grey breeches and blue tunic reappear. "Wait a minute. I like sushi but this is ridiculous. No wasabi, no ginger, what's going on? Piosennial, Birdland and Child aren't thieves. They're respected adult members of the forum. Child's older than I am (one of the very few). What's happening?"

He turns to face the party field and his face turns ashen. A blue rain is falling from green thunderclouds. The refreshment stand has taken the aspect of the Netherworld from 'Beetlejuice". Mountains have reared up around the field blocking all exit. The party guests sit huddled on the grass guarded by two not-so-friendly looking dragons.

"The Random Events Generator," he whispered. "Someone must have reprogrammed it. But who?" To the East a large cage has appeared in which writhe a screaming mass of Orlando Bloom fans. Nearby, a figure dressed in a black cloak stands, arms raised high. She shouts "I have retaken what was mine!" Her hood falls back to reveal a wild mane of red hair... Mithadan's eyes narrow as he recognizes the figure.