As you enter the copse of the Deep Fat Friars, you are ambushed by a W imp. As imps go, he’s not particularly tough. In fact, he’s not even particularly effectual. He tries to limp‐wristedly slap you, but you firm‐wristedly block him.
You start to wind up for a Thrust‐Smack, but realize this guy’s totally not worth the trouble, and just thump him on the head with your club instead. He goes out like a light. BAM! SOCK! CRUNCH!
you win the fight!
You search, but the Obvious Plot Device isn’t here. Hmph.