A small, young svirfneblin walks in in leather armor. He's got three daggers on his hip, fingering them quietly.
He glances at the bat winged girl and shuffles over.
You wrote on the Wall?
A small, young svirfneblin walks in in leather armor. He's got three daggers on his hip, fingering them quietly.
He glances at the bat winged girl and shuffles over.
You wrote on the Wall?
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