The Oracle Refuses To Pay $20 To Go To A Shitty Rave
Okay Brogg, Brother Aaron Orcsides nods in approval: "Yeah! I think that's a really good idea Brogg!
Uh, hey Brogg, can I talk to you for a sec? Maybe, um, over there."
Brother Orcsides says "Um, yeah, so that's a good plan, but two things. First off, what's your plan for finding the Oracle? The guy went missing right after the MoP thing blew up, even Grettin and Shettin don't know where he is. Don't think that the MoP haven't tried to find him- they can non-magically Speak with Animals and Plants! At least we know he's not dead though, because Grettin and Shettin communed with Grisbane to try and find the Oracle, and got this poem in response:
Neither mountain nor waveNor dead in a graveNor up in the raveWill you find this lost knave.I was like 'Yeah thanks, now we know he's not, you know,
raving hard or something. Sheesh!' But at least he ain't dead. So unless you know something the Grand Master of Flowers and the High Priests of Grisbane don't know, I'm not sure what we can do about that.
Oh, and second thing, yeah, the Oracle of Gryss is a guy. 100% dude. FYI and all that."
Greetles reads his new Dragonlance book over a cup of Earl Grey, looking over at a pile of paperwork and sighing. "Just an hour or so of reading, then I'll get back to it."