Waterbowl - Autumn League Game 3
Playing The Goat “So you see, Edgar can’t remember names, so gives us old player names. “Cobo ‘Cool’ was resting in a chair. Hamwick was sat on the rug, listening to the older player. “Which is why the new guy over there is the new Ermin now.” “Well, why do I get called Junior?” asked Hamwick. “Ah,” said Cobo, “How did your trial go? ‘Junior’ is usually what they give to someone that needs to improve. Sorry, kid.” Hamwick grunted. He’d show them all that he was born to be a star. A loud noise outside of the tavern door interrupted his thoughts. With a thud the doors swung open. In the door stood the world famous Halfling Chef, Heston ‘Blue Man’ Tal. The Halflings in the tavern gasped. The humans in there carried on with their ales. “My fellow Halflings how are we today?” the portly chef exclaimed, “Excited for the upcoming game, yes?” Hamwick climbed up from the floor. He loved Chef Tal and had always dreamed of visiting his delicatessen in Altdorf. “Chef Tal! Welcome,”
