"Well, you see it's a very complicated situation to explain," Averella began. "But really, now isn't the time to worry about that.."
Urtok shrugged, "Fine. If you're insecure about the lack of your awesomeness, who am I question it? I can't blame you, really. If I weren't a bugbear, I wouldn't want to talk about myself either."
When Averella asked him how many potions he'd eaten, he shrugged, "I don't know. Uh...nine? Eleven? I kinda lost count after the fifth one." For some reason, he didn't seem nearly as concerned about it as she was. "It's not like anything worse can possibly happen to me. I'm already human!"
"Do you hear that?"
Urtok strained his ear to listen, "Uh. No." He looked at her as though she'd gone mad.
"Come on, I think the coast is clear."
Of course, as luck would have it, she was wrong. The giant centipede had wandered their way and it might not have noticed the stupid girl hadn't screamed at the sight of it.
"Don't look this way. Don't look this way. "
The creature turned towards them and started to charge.
"Aw, ogre's sack! W-woah!"
The cart lurched forward and Urtok held onto the cart for dear life as it went careening away down the street.
Poor Lady Driscoll was crossing the street and was saved at the last minute by her quick-thinking (though not usually ) husband. He pushed her out of the street just in time, but knocked her wig off in the process. She screamed as her bald head was exposed and slapped the man for embarassing her!
The wayward wig went flying high and smacked Urtok in the face. He shook his head and it fell away free. " I have no idea how to stop this thing!" He shouted above the made clopping of hooves. "Wait. I think I saw a farmer do this one!" Slowly, he made his way to the front of the cart and climbed into the driver's seat. He seized the reigns and gave a sharp tug, "Woaaaah, boy! Woaaah!" The cart slowed and Urtok puffed out his chest proudly, " Am I awesome or what?"