Have you any idea what he keeps under there? I do! My living quarters are right below his and the growling and crunching noises that come from there are insane. No way! I'm not going anywhere NEAR that bed. Like my mommy used to say: "You can choose to be brave man. Or you can choose to stay alive." Being afraid is a very natural survival mechanism, which has served me perfectly these last few years, thank you.
No, I'll go with what Leg'gs said. I'll tell you the result over dinner. You can buy me ale. Just don't be alarmed if the Firebirds in the rookery start yelling loudly after lunchtime: those flying pests are always hungry and they'll feel they're being cheated out of a choice meal. The only thing I need to arrange now is a loaf of bread, two nice soft towels and some brandy. Piece of cake.
I really wish I knew where to get the necessary ingredients for that idea the Librarian gave me. Especially the black sapphires are impossible to find. "Ook" indeed, my wise friend.
