Waiting until the dark elf is too busy fussing with the two-headed skeleton to notice a Kobold -- however mighty -- Deekin scuttles to the far exit and down another long hallway. Writing furiously underneath a sickly torch, Deekin spots a faint bluish-green light. Following the light in hopes of better writing conditions, he spots more of those black skinned elves. Deekin crouches behind an intricately carved altar to watch the mysterious elves working some sort of magic.

"They sure gots lots of creepy-crawlies down here, Deekin thinkings. They even be all over the walls. Deekin hates how they makes crunchy, squishy sound when he steps on them. Yuck! Hopefully elven ladies not minds."

Having seen many strange and wondrous things in his journey of the Underdark, Deekin ascends to the surface again and begins his next epic tale... after he gets something nice to eat.

-- The End --