You’re out in the forest, about a mile away from the nearest village, when you smell smoke. Fearing a forest fire or a bandit attack has broken out, you rush towards the source prepared to provide assistance to whoever may need it. When you get to where the smell of burnt wood is the strongest, you see a muscular wyrm spitting balls of magma at random trees. It doesn’t notice you, allowing you an opportunity to strike first or call its attention.
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