"H. Turnip Smith - All Traffic Keep Right" - читать интересную книгу автора (Smith H Turnip)

Mage's Guild Hall to look around. Several chests invitingly on
the tale roused my suspicions. Using my (admittedly slight)
talents, I opened one chest and narrowly avoided the poison
needle that sprang out. The chest was empty. Not wishing to
push my luck, I reset the trap, closed the chest, and quietly
left.
On the way back to Lowtown, I decided to try my skills at
waylay. I picked a likely looking Ra'Kash and attempted to
knock him out. Unfortunately, he sensed the blow coming and
dodged. Good thing he didn't get a good look at me. Continuing
on to Lowtown, I decided to get a bite to eat. I saw movement
in the shadows... the next thing I know, I'm leaving Fate
again. I'm still hungry so I return to Lowtown. A Guardsman
that I meet tells me to beware, there are strange lights in the
wood. That's fine by me. About now, I'm getting angry enough to
fight anything. I go down the path slowly, letting my eyes get
accustomed to the dark. But I find nothing. For now, I eat and
go to bed.
Morning and I get up and take a trip to the communal showers. I
was surprised at the level of the amenities. I was told that
there were none! (While in the showers and until I got my
costume on, I was out-of-game so that, officially, I didn't see
the monsters creeping up on Lowtown - talk about a rude
awakening. If you are in bed, you are fair game for monsters...
you shouldn't be in bed that late anyway. They still hadn't
attacked by the time I got back to the cabin, so all I could do
was dress and urge my cabin-mates to get up. Alas, I finished
dressing before anyone got up.) As I started out the door, I
noticed movement out the window. Drawing my sword, I yelled a
warning to my cabin-mates. I, of course, fell beneath the first
rush, but as there were several Healers in the cabin, I wasn't
too worried.
Sure enough, after a brief fight in which the monsters were
driven off, I regained consciousness to see a Cleric's glowing
hands leaving my (now healed) body. Taking two coppers from my
fast diminishing stash, I headed for the Silvermane Inn.
There I found, to my delight, a supply of Black Potion (coffee)
and sweetcakes (muffins). I noticed a game of chess in progress
and wandered over to observe. The game was ending. I was asked
if I played by the priest of Baku. (I never learned his name.
Pity, that) As we played, one of the Inn's servitors came by,
singing badly in a strange language. It was most annoying. It
put my game right off! So I excused myself for a moment to get
my sword from where I had left it by the pot of Black Potion,
went over to the servitor, and slipped my poisoned blade into
his gut! He screeched rather well, and fell over. I apologized
to the priest of Baku for the disturbance and continued our
game. Some people, though, just won't leave well enough alone!
A Healer was called in and cleansed the fool and a Mage came in
and turned my right leg to stone. As if I would leave a good