It was dark and stormy night. I was sitting in the tavern ”Jolly Skull” preparing new arrows for my bow. ”248, 249 and 250! This should be enough for some time.” The innkeeper Arrax came to my table and said: ”Here is your travelling porridge, sir.” ”What? I haven’t ordered anything!” I told. ”Not you but the gentleman standing near the door”, he answered. Indeed, there was some suspicious man wearing a purple robe showing me to come outside. I put the porridge into my bag and went outside to se