Dexter liked to visit the Mangus Morr, the swamp wizard, to play hazard and drink his oatmeal stout.
Mangus lived alone, and because he lived in a swamp, the only people who dropped by wanted his professional services.
Being magical himself meant Dexter was there for companionship and nothing more—a fact Mangus appreciated greatly.
Once, some years ago, the two had drank all of the stout, and being too drunk to fetch more from the local brewer, they tried using their combined skills to turn swamp water into brew.
Mangus was found unconscious in a tree, while Dexter went missing for several months. Many thought he had died from the stuff.
Eventually, turning up in gypsy caravan, having been found wandering senselessly in the Carpathian mountains, still holding his ale mug.
The two swore off drinking for a while, but when the feast of St. Lucy came around, both fell off the wagon, although they swore only to drink Thom Diddleston’s brews, saying their constitutions couldn’t handle anything else.
If your travels take you past Darthdun Swamp, watch for a little dark dragon darting swiftly through the trees. That would be Dexter going to Mangus Morr’s for a pint of brew and a game of hazard.








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