Again the door is set on its hinges!
This time a drow, no more than seven or eight, walks in sitting at a random table, ears pricked!
Again the door is set on its hinges!
This time a drow, no more than seven or eight, walks in sitting at a random table, ears pricked!
SpoilerThis is the thief who likes to hoard,
That loves the bard with the puppet Lord
That admires the fighter with the green-hilted sword,
That employs the Wizard, whose bird is ignored,
That has the gender unexplored
That intrigues the Halfling, usually bored,
That slew a mountain of the goblin horde,
That follows the cleric,
That serves the lich,
That seeks the gate,
That guards the snarl,
That lives in the prison the gods built.
guess what I was gone but now I'm back