As dusk fell, I swung down from atop my perch on the cover spanning the Emerald Bridge in the slightly seedier than usual east side of Thakria, planning on checking the padlocks on the shops of the local merchants. I sprinted to the east, to the very fringe of thakria and, spinning around a corner, almost slammed chest first into . . . an imp!
His huge, glowing red eyes and soft brown fur, his huddled figure, were so out of place amoung the local muck and mire that I could only stare and wonder; this is what I saw . . . <continued>