Tales of Belegor the Great - Tale Numero... uh... Seven
One day, I was in a pub, drinking and impressing the ladies. Pubs are great, you know? They are incredible places for men like myself to show off how… well, manly we are. Anyway, a beautiful lady came stumbling into the bar.
“Please help me!” she cried. “A troll has taken my friend!”
Of course, being the, above all, just amazing person that I am, I rushed over to her. “What is wrong my lady?” I asked.
“I was taking a leisurely stroll in the mountains with my friend. Suddenly, a troll jumped out from behind a rock and grabbed us both, one in each hand. He brought us both to his cave and tied us both up. I managed to struggle loose while he was gone, but my friend wasn’t able to. I don’t have much to give you, but the troll had a pile of gold. You could take that. Please, save my friend!”
Well, long story short, I trekked up the mountain, killed the troll with its own club, and got both the money and the girl. Then I went back to the pub and stayed there all night, buying everyone rounds. Before I realized it, the money I had earned was gone, and I was completely drunk. Still, that was one of the best nights of my life, even if I can barely remember any of it now.
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