"There were fifty of them, / / * swear. Tearing my mates apart! You look over to the bar where a group of drunkards are all laughing at a disheveled man in the middle of a story; "And commanding them all riding atop a giant armored bear, there was a Vermling with a staff that shot lightning!0 At this the crowd erupts into more laughter, drowning out the rest of the mans story ‘ I his man's had too much to drink, I d say ridicules one ol the crowd. “Vermlings riding bears! I thought I’d heard of everything!"