As you touch the beer mug, a lynx suddenly appears at your side and taps you. “My friend, my friend…” she whispers softly, “what part of ‘do not touch’ did you somehow fail to understand? That’s Blackie’s mug.” With those words, she grabs you by the collar and, with the strength of a big cat, she graps your ear and hauls you over to a table and pushes you down onto the bench.
“But alright, now that you’ve been fiddling with it, and I have your attention, let’s talk: were you perhaps thinking of… pocketing it?” She looks at you, curious. “No, that’s not the kind of person you are, traveler.” With an elegant motion, she spreads a cloth on the table in front of you and sets down a brand-new beer mug. “Look at that… isn’t it lovely? Go ahead, pick it up, it even features an image of the legendary Furry Blackie, you know?”
“Yes my friend, A legendary Beer Mug from this forest, and it can be yours. But the best part is, you can always say, you own a part of a tale from the Mistwood Forest, and you bought it at the the taverns ‘The Old Paw’ cutest trader. … “