[dropcap3]O[/dropcap3]n another occasion, combined members of the Clan, under the nom de spoof “Irik’s Entrepreneurs,” (along with some Fitzgeralds and other citizens of Settmour Swamp) became highwaymen for an evening. Baiting the trap with purportedly injured belly dancers, we lured successive groups of revelers into our bloody hands.
Wearing black masks, we leapt from the darkened foliage, and began handing out our favorite frosty beverage along with calling cards. The cards stated that the participants had been “robbed” by Irik’s Entrepreneurs and to “Have a pleasant evening–Thank you for playing.” (On a side note, during the following Pennsic Wars, “highway robbery” became so pervasive that some moron with a title decided to enact rules of highwaymanship).