Wheezy Warlock - A Tarry Eyed Farewell
Wheezy Warlock A Tarry Eyed Farewell Garn, the Wheezy Warlock, was knee-deep in his usual hobbies. Drinking too much ale, shouting random phrases that Only made sense to him. If asked about one, the listener would be in for a world of nonsense, the likes of which could shake the most gullible cult leader. Finally, his primary effort in life; Indeed his sole aim! Was to smoke. That. Bloody. Pipe. Each night as he walks in, the barmaid huffs. Dammea, who is known by her friends and regulars as Dame, rushes to open every window and crank the fireplace flue wide open. Anything to rid her alehouse of the fetid stink coming off that. Bloody. Pipe. Oh well, at least he's not like Old Man Baner, whom we will try to avoid. Garn: HACK, WHEEZE, GURGLE... Garn: "Dame, my only friend! How are you?" Dame: "Heh. I'd be a lot better if I could HEAR YOU over the BLOODY. COUGHING!!!" ...