The Cobbler and the Brownies
Thanks to Dragonsweb for the cleanup help with this old revised story! The old storyteller rested his eyes for a moment and took a deep pull from the blackjack of ale that the young cobbler had brought him. Outside the wintry storm still raged, but for the moment he was warmed inside and out and he relaxed for another moment and enjoyed the roaring fire of the inn. "Story telling is always quite thirsty work" he cackled and then drained his blackjack dry and gestured to Mine Host for a...