IMU

OF

THE

CAPITAL

"Have a good night, see you tomorrow I'm sure." Imu said to the barkeep as he left the tavern, Nosferatbrew in hand. The cool evening air refreshed his spirit after spending so long inside. He wiped the sweat from his brow and started on his way.

As Imu stepped away from the building and headed down the road he was approached by two shadowy warriors.

"G'evening guys." Imu nodded and kept walking.

"Hey, Slow down there, how's about you give us your gold and we'll be on our way." One gruff warrior said.

"What do I get out of it?" Imu inquired.

"Just give us the gold, you old duck!" as he spoke he lunged at Imu's coin purse and as quickly as it happens Imu stumbles backwards grabs the warriors sleeve and pulls him down to the ground. Imu springs up as quickly as he fell and turns to the other warrior who blurts out

"You didn't spill a single drop when you fell! What kind of game are you playing?" The so far quiet partner in crime insisted.

Imu only looked over at the warrior, puzzled.

He continued "I thought you said this guy was drinking Kobold Koolaid!"

"Drunk? Why would you think that? I'm the brewer and owner of The Crooked Cockatrice..." Imu explained to the wannabe thieves as he pointed over his shoulder at the establishment. And at that moment, they realized they hadn't picked some drunkard to be their target.

"Hear and Listen:

What was, was.

What is, is.

What will be, we decide. So! You choose - continue this nonsense, or put your Rune on the door, and come in." With that Imu turned and went back into the bar.

Entered by: 0x5686…db6D and preserved on chain (see transaction)