Asurti looked over the items spread before him on the table and rubbed his chin thoughtfully. In all his years of travels, he had never encountered the type of situation that faced him now. He was a master at bringing stories to life and weaving spells that left the listeners enthralled or amused. Never before had his stories gone so wrong. He glanced sadly at the mother cat curled up morosely by the fire and vowed silently to get to the bottom of the madness.

“I must assume that any story I tell will go off course,” Asurti mused into his mug of ale. “The trick it to pick a story where the deaths of innocents would not be a factor but yet allow us to learn more of what is happening.”

Asurti wandered over to the bookcase against the wall and ran his fingers lightly over several ancient tomes, considering and discarding each in turn. Finally, his hand landed on a book bound in royal shades of blue with inlaid gold lettering.

“Ahhh, yes,” he thought to himself, “this might do very well. We must at least try.”

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Please meet Asurti the Storyteller at the Cat’s Lair Inn in Britain at 6 p.m. Pacific/9 p.m. Eastern on Friday, October 20th. The Cat’s Lair is the tavern just south of the West Brit Bank. Come prepared for anything!