Sometimes it isn’t the one you expect, either. My group fell in love with the magic shopkeeper I improv’d on the fly. He was just a super ancient wizened dude named Mortimer who was always polishing a skull or dusting a stuffed rat or something when they came in.
Sometimes it isn’t the one you expect, either. My group fell in love with the magic shopkeeper I improv’d on the fly. He was just a super ancient wizened dude named Mortimer who was always polishing a skull or dusting a stuffed rat or something when they came in.
Not enough coffee yet, and I first read that as “polishing a skull or stuffing a rat”. 😅
“No thanks, I couldn’t at another bite!” said the rat.
No, not that kind of stuffing.
Eh…Still works