[Morsul the Dark]

Morsul sat listening to the gaffer's tale it was certainly very long. It seemed to strech farther then morsul's own mustache. I pardened himself and looked around to see where the inn-keeper was he saw, a lovely woman bustling about pouring drink here laughing there morsul was about to approach her for lodging but decided to instead move back outside he lay beneath the trees and searched the woods lovely almost elvish trees they seemed although Morsul had never seen elves.

As the thought came and went a troupe of dwarves were bumbling up the road towards the in Morsul bade them sit with them and talk awhile being kind hearted they refused claiming their weariness too strong when Morsul offered to pay their beer tab and buy them breakfast they were more apt to talk.

Morsul was becomiong quite known for his generousity with money the strange bit was he was almost out of it he would have to be off soon and find a way to get some spare gold