>>>>>[Wolfgar, two things... One, the damned pixie got away again. Bloody this time, at least. She won't be so pretty anymore. Two, now I remember why I don't go to Da Bayou... Nearly lost a leg to a giant leach, was shot by five people speaking All-Father knows what (It wasn't French or English, or Cajun either for that matter) who thought I was part of the CAS Revenue Service going after their 'stills, found out there's a catfish that seems to be related to the Blackberry Cat (same powers at least) and works in conjunction with gators, and was arrested for driving a car that was on fire.
On the flipside, I did meet some Cajuns who had some damn fine crawdads and 'shine and let me stay around for a bit recovering from the pixie's attack on me, and made me a nice set of leather shoes in exchange for the meat and other hides. Oh, and no blows to the head for once! Oh, and Iceblade, thanks for the assist, hope you enjoyed the cred and didn't spend it all on Bourbon St. Back in Seattle now, recovering from everything, especially the second-degree burns. Health Tip: If the car's on fire, don't be the one driving it. CAS Redneck Lockup is not a fun place to be.]<<<<<
-- Money Johnson (10:26:00/12-14-73)