Oby shrank his wood! Crate, that is.

There's only one thing more exciting than slaying a giant evil spider bitch -- namely, slaying a giant evil spider bitch and then going back into your bedroom to play a few rounds of pinochle.

What? What did you think I was going to say?

You know, I hope the others don't find out how much I love card games -- but that lady I met really plays a mean hand of pinochle. I bet she's got at least 5 ranks in profession gambler! Too bad I'll have to play it up like we was fooling around all physical-like so they'll never know. She's hot and all, but just not....dwarfy...enough. You know? Growing up in a dwarf hold lets you appreciate a woman with a REAL constitution score....

But, alas, no pinochle for me. Woe came out and met the peeps, and Oby noticed his pendant was back on the radar (I wish I knew what radar was) so we decided to chase it down while the going was good.

We made our way over there and Oby muttered for 10 minutes and some dude popped out of a roof near by and we started teleporting around and then it was like 25 hours of chasing a greased rabbit (now THERE'S a game for the bedroom) where the most fun part was smashing through an iron wall (who did that, anyways? us or him?). Smashing is a high art, thank you very much.

The rabbit's name was Flinn, and he had a sister named Laura and a cousin named Boyle -- but that's neither here nore there. He did claim the pendant was planted on him, and we just believed him because we're too lazy. But he had a connection with some smuggler's ship, so we decided to follow that lead.

At this point, we tried to get all clever and disguised Livia as Flinn and she ran in and dropped off Flinn's papers and tried to find out what was up. All we got was a look at their cargo, which looked legit. So we sent the sneaky midget in to do his job -- 'cept this time he couldn't give us any lip because he had no lip. We should keep him as a pink cloud. It really was pink -- don't tell him, it's too funny.

Our fluffy cloud found a crate that looked different, and we decided to float Oby inside, invisible, to shrink it down and teleport or fly back. That almost worked, except he triggered some signal on his way in and pissed everybody off.

We did get away, though, and made it back to the inn. Where, oddly enough, the giant Moo Cow bad guy came and found us. How? Maybe he'd marked his crate.

Anyways, at this point there was no beating around the bush. He obviously knew we had his shit, and we wanted to know what the shit was and how it was connected to us. The dude seem pretty straightforward -- $10 says he's lawful evil -- and I got tired of trying to be inventive. Fact of the matter is, we found out it was connected to a shipping company and that it's contents weren't going to level a city or anything (just a bunch of potions) so for the moment we let him go.

S'not like we can't tell the city guard on him before he leaves port. I wonder why we aren't, I bet we can drop an anonymous tip using some of our fancy magicz... and just when they're inspecting the ship, oby can dismiss his shrink spell *grin*