Complements to all you Quetzalcoatlis'es, soar on into the stinky dragon and guzzle up

our latest goat, Café Boringor.

It's a mixture of rock chocolate, tucked talon roast coffee, regular or decapitated, ripped

cream, topped with grated gorge peel.

One mouthful from this mug is enough to satiate anyone's sweet tooth, or beak.

Previously hard ventures found themselves in a jail for a crime they can't recall, while

carrying on with other convicts they were led away by a pair of coughs for an impromptu

interrogation.

When it seemed they were about to crash and burn, the building started to, instead.

Thanks to an explosive diversion and a grey-suited stranger, the party was able to escape

from their cuffs and coughs, and now we're on the land with someone called the Alchemist.

Let's on to a libation, let's leap back into the slaw-breaking lore.

I like how there's a fine line between doing a scary voice and sounding like you're on the

verge of tears.

Am I in the verge of tears?

Oh, the red cream.

Hello, everyone. Welcome to another episode of Tales from the Stinky Dragon.

I am your dungeon master, Gus, and I'm joined by a couple of players here.

Who do we got?

John's pointing at me, so I'm assuming I go first.

Hi, I'm Blaine.

Hi, Blaine.

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