
Here's Ijon the following morning, already a half-bottle of vodka up, apparently shoving a sword down Darkedge's throat.

Shortly after this, he was last seen running out of the greasy spoon we had just ordered food in. He stopped, let out a mighty roar, and ran off somewhere through Camden Town.
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Shortly after this, he was last seen running out of the greasy spoon we had just ordered food in. He stopped, let out a mighty roar, and ran off somewhere through Camden Town.

But that's the puppy. Cheers, Glis. Hope all's well with you.