"...explain to me what this new invention comic relief is, mysterious voice!" Xander yelled. Everyone else though he was crazy.,

{Comic relief has no place in fantasy, fool! }

<GM's Note: The nae of the city (and the nation) is spelled "Suldeneselar", and it's pronounced "Sull-den-eh-se-lar" It comes from the name of an elven city in the Forgotten Realms D&D setting. As you might have noticed, Elven names generally bear little resemblance to human names.>

Anamora led Shamus and Prosper through the hall to a set of doors on one of the long walls. He pushed on the door and it swung open. "This is one of the palace's many guest rooms." He ushered Prosper inside.

The room has a single bed with a headboard and a canopy, a chest of drawers, a table with marble washbasin, a closet that took up the entire length of one wall, and a six-foot tall oval glass mirror. There was also a dressing table with hair-brush, a lint brush, a comb, a hand mirror, a jar of cotton balls, a pad of paper, several bottles of perfume, and writing feather with a bottle of ink.
"This particular room is stocked with items for a young man about your age. The closet should have something that fits you. Pick something out and put it on. You can leave your old clothes in the laundry hamper. When you're done, we'll go to the cafeteria. Alright? We'll just be outside the door. Let us know when you're ready."

<I was doing that because Xander has been acting sillier than normal... HE'S AN IMPOSTOR! QUICK! GRAB HIM!>

<Extreamly sorry about the delay, I might not be able to post that much today.>

The room took Prosper's breath away. Never had he seen such finary! The oak bed was exquisitly made, the posts were hand carved with a beutifull design of vines curling upwards to the canopy, where carved leaves of the tops of trees flourished under a shining sun.
He took his time as he combed his hair out, whashed his face, and chose clothes for himself. He chose a comfortable fitting pair of re cotton trousers(pants), and a shirt to match, with gold trim around the cuffs and neck. He also found a lether belt with a brass buckle. Everything fit perfectly. Surveying himself in the miror and finding himself pleased. He went to the door and met Shamus and Anamora. He had thought about looking in the drawers, but he was pressed for time and figured that he could do that later.
<P.S. Fantasy so dose need comic relief!>

"Gnomish tea?" Marcus asked. "Never heard of it. I don't even think I've seen a gnome. Maybe..." Suddenly light dawned. "I must have seen one when I went to scout ahead!"

Marcus turned to Farnham. "Sir, can you take me to the Inn?"

Marcus noticed that the purse he was carrying was lighter. "That Gnome must have stolen my money while I was all sick on the tea!" The lizzardman unsheathed his sword.

"I'll get that money for you, Farnham!"

[OOC: Oh, I thought that money from the Endless Bag had been stolen from. It probably was.]

Shamus said: "Well, that does look a fair sight better than how ye looked before. Still got that spear, aye? Well, here. We got you something a little more refined. It ain't a-for battle like me waraxe is, but in this here fancy-pants palace of the elves you'll get more respect with it than you will with a spear. Funny lot these elves, but that's how they are.... It's a fair fancy dueling sword what them high lord elves wear when they's at court."
Anamora said "Er, not quite my friend. It is a ceremonial sword, but it is not Elven. To give a human child one of our sacred blades would have been an unforgivable breach of courtly etiquettes, so I found one of human make for young Master Propser. It belongs to the son of a friend of mine, a rich merchant trader. He has generously loaned it to you for the day. Here, try on the belt and the scabbard... yes, that seems to be the right length for you. Alright, now we get something to eat, yes? Come, the kitchen awaits."

"Hey Mister Farnham! I think we have a lotta money in this bag! We can pay for the Wolfsbane with all this."

Xander was getting impatient so he prepared his bow.

"Fine then! If you want it that way...." Xander yelled.

(The Drows ARE in sight, right?)