Roy Jiggers the 72nd
Eugene Slugs
A young man stands at the counter, it looks as though he is reading The Quibbler but it is upside down. He has a dumbfounded look across his face.
Durh....me help you?
He's obviously a little slow. An older gentleman comes rushing out from the rear of the store, waving his wand around like a mad man in one hand, and in the other, he has several bottles of strange looking liquid.
Scat! Get! How many times have I told you not to address my customers??? Go count bottles or something, just get!
This old man obviously has no sympathy for the young man. He is irritable and short-tempered. The younger of the two covers his head with his hands and runs to the rear of the shop.
Hrmph! You'd think he was the Slug! the man mumbles. He looks at his customer with a very forced looking grin.
Eugene Slugs, at your service. He introduces himself with a curt bow. This shop, you see, was founded four centuries ago by my great ancestor, David Dadigle Slugs - none other than the great potions master himself! When he founded this shop, out of affection, he included the name of his sidekick, the ever-so-useless Roy Jiggers. That would be the ancestor of my troll you met earlier. You know how slow this line is? One name for the girls, one for the boys...as far back as can be found, boys have been called 'Roy' and girls 'Mary'. Intelligence does not run in the bloodline of that family. Regardless, how may I be of assistance to you?
