After a memorable Storytelling gig at a venue that will remain nameless, I was accosted by the gig organiser as to why so many of my stories involved disabled characters. Did I do The Leeching of Kayn's Leg on that occasion? Maybe not but the intro as given by Jacob's is a classic in this respect! Anyway, as I was muttering on about my ideas as to why this should be (which I won't bore you with here) this very lovely lady proceeded to remove her lower leg and hand it to me, much to the general befuddlement of ther hapless storyteller and hilarity of the amputee.
'I don't give my leg to just anyone,' she said, as a mark of approval.