The Tome of Mortals 13:4

Von-Harris sprang from behind the crumbling stone wall, his golden hair shining in the waining sun light.  In a flash he slew 10 goblins and sent a dozen more fleeing back to their hold.

"Von-Harris You have returned, ad just in time!" remarked Von-Ryan.

"My quest was perilous.  I had to travel far in to the uncharted lands of the west.  There I fought creatures made of wood who wished to tear me limb to limb with daggers made of icicles.  I rode acrose the black sea on the back of a giant beast.  I climbed atop the emense towers of an ancient fortress said to be made by giants in age before men.  But finally I found a hair salon where I obtained the perm and conditioning treatment I sought.  I then rushed to rejoin you and young Recalsatrikx before my hair list volume."

"And just in the nick of time!" said Recalsatrix.

Von-Ryan embraced his friend.  "I feared I would never see you again, kin of my name."

"Fear not for I have reutrned. I learned much on my quest, now I agree we must rid the land of this Federal Dictatorship that would destroy every hair salon in the reach.  And I shall have the scalp of Carpathia once and for all."

The Tome of Mortals 9:5

Von-Ryan and Recalsatrix sat at the table in the grand garden watching a small monkey climb a percimon tree as they waited for their host to make his apperance.

"You have scarcely touched your ail my lord.  Is something amiss?" ask Recalssatrix.

Von-Ryan shifted his eyes to the monkey who sat on a branch eating a frest percimion.

"I don't trust that monkey."

The Tome of Mortals 7:8

"A blade of ancient Raliarian dragon steel?  Only a dozen such weapons exist in all the Norther Reach how did you...?" inquired the warrior.  "And...you would trade such a rare and ancient weapon for a simple length of felt?"

The short man knotted his head furiously and tossed the blade at the warriors feet.  The warrior pulled the scarf from his neck.  the short man clawed it form his hand and held it to the light to admire it.

The warrior carefully lifted the sword from the ground and dusted the shining blade clean.  With out a word he smiled and walked away with ancinet blade in hand.

"Fool!!!" proclaimed the monk as soon as the warrior was out of earshot.  "You could never comprehend the value of this relic you so foolishly bartered away!"

"Gods be blessed the sacred relic has been returned.  Now I can awaken the ice giants and forever rid the world of the non-beleivers."