This is a Rooster Teeth production. Welcome all you were wolves, transform yourself into the stinky dragon and throw back our latest surf squincher.

I can't have it both ways.

It's a mixture of chibrid tea,

a shot of half-caphras-howl,

cinnamon doleslay,

topped with caramel drizzle.

Ooh, one slur of this shape-changing chai,

You'll be singing a different tune to the moon in no time.

Mm.

Mm.

Previously, our adventurers congregated in the capillary to commence the tribunal of Count Vonbra

after an introduction of evidence and tantalizing testimonies, the tribunal

was cut short by a bachelor disguised Eddie.

Which Von Brath will fall victim in this vexing vain venture.

Nab a nightcap, nestle in for this noxious narrative.

Caramal, Caramal.

Caramal. Caramal. Caramal. Caramal.

Caramal. Caramal. Just shoot me with an arrow.

I'm going to establish a judge or a future party.

I'm going to hit Blaine Gibson with an arrow.

Do it, do it.

This week's role-playing warm-up question is,

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