Richter reached into his Bag of Holding and grabbed the farm implement with one hand. With the other, he pulled the dagger from his belt, scabbard and all. “My people! There is something you have to know! I have a fever… and the only cure…” he held the item in his left hand high, for all to see, “... is more cowbell!” By popular consensus, that was when the night went from Good to Great!
