How do you do, all you hollifants?

Flood your fur into the stinky dragon and knock back our latest latte.

Punch trunk love.

It's a mixture of invulnerability, tea leaves, a blowing of raspberries, fresh mammoth mint

leaves, a trumpet blast of holy water,

and topped with a cone of shiny sparkles.

One gulp of this golden guzzler and you'll be on the Elephoon with your local deity in no

time.

Previously our adventurers were rewarded at a rainy roerbo as Toll reminisced running into

his role model, Boger, for the first time.

B-team browsed the three floors of the fishing house and found an unfinished fry recipe,

opened a nightmarish book of a nightstand, and snatched a mysterious map and sea chart.

But what truly took the crab cake was Toll's truth bomb.

He was no ordinary orc, but unthinkably a thomatic this whole time.

Cable a cupa, and let's continue this Cacodas Chronicle.

Hello, everyone. Welcome to Talesman, Sticky Dragon. I'm your dungeon master Gustavo Serala, and I'm going to hit our four players with an arrow.

Why?

You held on that arrow

a little extra long this time.

If your character

were to write a book, what would it be about?

And what would the title be?

...