We happy crew, we joyfully join the fray.

No doubting do, we wouldn't pursue, but thinking it's true, that isn't the dragon way.

Lunch in a Tugal Palace is a simple affair, Mere three courses of meats, cheeses and a fine fish broth.

Frugal by the expectations of most landed gentry and yet a rare treat for the dragon friends

newly accustomed as they are to the benefits of their station.

You eat quickly, each regaining two hit dice worth of health points.

And then...

Dinner is finished with a small...

By the way,

Banknote was like fucking on death's door this whole time,

and nobody did anything.

Wait, did you get...

Are you level two now and you get more hit points?

Yeah, he's rested, because you've all had lunch.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

A small bell tinkles as a door opens, revealing the return of one La Croix Pomplemus.

Hello, my most juky-ducks.

So good to see you have rested. Did you enjoy the lunch? Very much so. Adequate. Adequate. Adequate from you. Fish soup is kind of a bit of a gross. Okay, I'll make a little mental note of that to not serve Monsieur fish soup anymore. And for you, Mrbeckner LeCroix, you've done

done yourself

again.

Perfect as always.

I love

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