When we left our plucky halfing assassin last week, he was about to shoot a dangerous human hero with a nasty poisoned needle… Remember, all images can be enlarged by clicking on them. Inck sucked in a lungful of dank dungeon air, pressed his lips to the blowgun, and exhaled mightily. The curare needle flew out of the tube, cut through the gloom, and embedded itself in Terence’s unprotected throat. The big human yelped, more in irritation than agony, and started towards Inck, somehow able to see the little halfling in the shadows. However, he only managed two steps before…