Lord Shinkleboo's finger cuffs

          A few miles outside of Brownsville an old dusty wagon trail came to an end.  They passed a working farmhouse and continued out to a field.  The far side of the field was guarded by a wall of tall grass.  Easily over five feet tall the wall danced in the wind.  Harvest colors reached for the heavens.  Two youths played with sticks in the open field.
          As they approached the two young farmers stopped their game in admiration.
          "Are you adventurers?" asked one of the starry eyed boys.
          Fox answered, "no I am Nam Shamdylynn, I am a lawyer and these are my associates.  We only mean to pass through."  The group continued towards the grass.
          "Wait, no one is allowed to go that way!" The young farmer shouted with a worried look on his face.
          "And why might that be?" Arin turned to greet the farmer.  The rest of the group followed suit.
          "We were told that it is not safe to let townsfolk head off that way."  Said one of the farmers. 
          "We are supposed to blow that horn o'er on that'n there tree if'n anyone fixes to head off that way," replied the second farmer.  Groth lumbered over to the tree and discovered a hole containing a horn.  He smiled and placed the horn around his neck.
          Arin winked at Fox, "Not to worry boys.  This rule does not apply as we are not citizens of Brownsville.  We have official business out over that field and I have official business for you."  The boys beamed with excitement.  He pulled something out of his cloak.  "See these manacles?"
          The boys nodded.
          "I need you to take them to Sheriff Brown in town.  You must tell him that they are for Lord Shinkleboo."
          They frowned in confusion.
          "Don't worry, he will know what you are talking about."  Arin stated in his courtroom demeanor.
          The boys looked at Arin, then to Fox, and finally at Groth who glared and sneered.  They jumped with excitement, grabbed the manacles and ran up the old wagon trail.
          The bold adventurers decide to bypass all common sense and walk blindly into the wall of tall grass.


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