'When passing through Buckland, I heard a story about a young Bree-land lad who, when playing slay-the-dragon in the Scholar's Stair in Bree-town, discovered an old tome containing a fascinating tale about a legendary sword called The Smoke-Piercer'
Cremella says, 'He soon became obsessed with the Sword, claiming that some day he would find it for his own.'
Peachypie says, 'Well *ahem* dat dar fella...he went off across da fields an up Norf over da bridge into dem dar Norf Downs and comed across an orc. He were so soo scaird he high tailed it off accross da fields so fast he bumped into a wall and knocked himself out COLD and lied flat on da ground wid little twittery birds floatin around hims head'
Rhunt says, 'Well, from what I gather, the fella felled and bonked his noggin. Waking up, he was drowsy, and thought he was a High Elf, and started dancin' that high stepping Elfish dance.'
Hologro says, 'Fortunately, our hero was spotted by elves from Meluinen, who assumed he was one of their own because of his Elvish dancing. They discovered their error as they approached, and tended to his head wound.'