Tale 90 told by Zord on 28.11.2000
What a Smell

A couple of nights ago this strange little beady-eyed fellow came sneaking in
here and sat right up at the bar.

He cleared the place out, what with him reaking of garbage and acting twitchy. 
One of the oddest critters I have ever seen.

He kept sniffing the air and checking the place out like he was looking for
something.  When I approched him on the matter he mumbled something about the
Prince of thieves stealing something precious to him.

As he got up to leave he muttered something in a snarl about getting that
little rat if it was the last thing he did.

I had no clue what he meant by that, but as he left here I could swear I saw a
tail moving under his cloak.