Last night, being the last night of the full moon, I went to partake in a
glass of vin rouge at the local Relais where much to my surprise I saw the
legendary 93year old legionaire and soothsayer Phillipe Duclos (who lives at
Guemene Sur Scorf in a corrugated iron caravan on four wheels beside the river
Blavet). He normally drinks pastis but after two glasses of vin rouge we spoke
about the quest of Benjamin Snapwinkle. Being an expert on Tuffets of course he
advised the biggest problem that BS will have will be the Tuffet munchers, I
think that is what he said although it did sound more like Toofey moonshes.
These live in caves (pronounced calfs), which are not holes in the rocks but
dinghy cellars where peasants normally keep their horrible andouille saucisson
and dubious vin rouge. Tuffet munchers appear at about dusk, the same time as
the vampire bats and will immediately start Tuffet hunting. The only protection
against them is to carry a copius supply of garlic sausage and schnapps which if
taken in sufficient quantity just before dusk will ward off any foreign
body.
Please give Benjamin my regards and best wishes for a successful
quest.
Even as I am typing one eye is perusing a French English Unabridged Dictionary to find the true meaning of Toofey moonshes, Cyclops would have had trouble doing that, so I will keep an eye out for him, "Groan".
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