Go in and see...
Suddenly the elf whirled round and you found yourself face to face
with it staring into its cold, hard eyes...
a stocky knee-heiht elf wearing armour plates holding a blowtorch. A
small, shabbily dressed man was shrinking from the flames. As you
watch in horror, you realise that the man is none other than Caleb,
the beggar you met outside. As the elf advanced, its eyes glinting
with menace and its mouth curving in a cruel smile. You had to do
something - fast. You glance round the room looking for a weapon. In
the corner by the old fireplace you notice some brass hearth tools.
You spot a poker and silently pick it up. Edging forward untill you
are right behind the elf you pause, ready to strike. It was now or
never ...
