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From: 94BWT@law.newcastle.edu.au ("Benjamin Tupman")
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Subject: [CIA] Bodger tells a tale . . .
Date: 14 Sep 1994 06:54:25 -0000
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His questions answered with vim and vigour by the other members of 
the party, Bodger decides it is time to reveal more about himself and 
shifting from whispering to Transmental Communication he begins his 
tale:
" I think I already mentioned I come from Holisticia, but that 
wouldn't mean much to many people. It's a dimension quite a distance 
from here, and also different in a hellovalota ways. You see, it's 
sort of like what Nexus would be like if the Industrial Revolution 
hit it, and technology were based on magic. Thus - the 
Thaumaturgist's Filofax" He takes the small leather-bound book out of 
his coat. It sparkles slightly due to the runic magic contained 
therein. 
"But it's been a while since I've been there. You see, my ex-wife and 
my son are not all that well disposed towards me " Bodger sighs "OK - 
so they've tried to kill me on multiple occassions, and my 
father-in-law has a mercenary army mobilised against me. There's also 
the problem of dimension-shifting bands of assassins after my 
pancreas (and other internal organs), and that's why I keep on the 
move. In fact, it was a "tactical retreat" from Wink Touchberry and 
his Halfling Assassins that led me to the Inn. If we happen to meet 
up with them, you'll all have my eternal gratitude if you help me 
dispose of them in a variety of unpleasant ways (I'll let you use 
your imaginations, warped as they may be.)"
Bodger is quiet for several seconds, then says:
"Oh yeah . . . I was with a friend of mine (Zak is his name) when the
 halflings attacked, but we were separated. He's here looking for his 
long lost uncle (although why he wants to find him, I have no idea). I don't 
think Zak would approve of our little excursion (you know how principled 
anyone with elvish blood is)." Just as this last statement leaves his 
mouth, Bodger's eyes fall on Miro, and he adds "Well, in Holisticia 
they are, anyway."

#Sorry 'bout that, Miro. Bodger should talk!