105

Your heart sinks when you see the owner is an elf. If he had been human or a bit of both like most of his staff you might have stood a chance. But everyone knows elves have perfect memory.

Sure enough, after you’ve exchanged pleasantries, he tells you he knows of no one called Morris, and that you must be mistaken. You ask him if he could possibly lodge you for the night while you seek out a proper apprenticeship, but he sadly answers all his rooms are booked. Disappointed, you leave H’Rull’s. Doubly saddening is that you think the elf rather fancied you. He was always looking at you, but he couldn’t maintain eye contact, as if drawn by some other parts of your form. If only he had a room you might have played him like a fiddle.

Two inns remain for you to investigate:

• To try The Imp’s, turn to 107.

• To go into The Big Bight, turn to 306.