Thoughts from Fat Otto, proprietor,
Fat Otto’s Peaceable Inn
I’ve heard it all over the years. The wild-eyed kids who’re in space for the first time, the scheming merchants, the fleeing tyrants, the would-be masters of the world. All with their tales of the Spelljammer, and all different.
Here‘s whart I think It’s all a hoax. I never saw this thing. Me missus, she’s never saw it. The idea that there’s something that big in space that I never saw is impossible. I’ve seen everything. But not this.
So I think it’s a plan by the arcane. Who knows what those blue-skins are up to, anyway? They’ve always got an angle, always got an in. They figger that people will want to go through space only if there’s something to go to. Another world? Not enough. I say, let’s say there’s a big treasure house out there. and let’s let them go at it!
Bang! Boom! Everybody wants to go out in space, and the arcane sweep up, selling ships and helms! It’s a nasty little racket, but I wish I’da thoughta it meself, I do. So they put out the story. Sweet Belling Hells, they get a couple wizzerds to put up a few illusions of it and now look at it! But I newer seen it. So it can’t be there.
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