He groans in frustration and rummages through the mess of ancient scrolls, flasks and jars filled with questionable contents and plants on his desk Tobin! Where is that jar of dead flesh I had? I need it for the potion for that insufferable tavern keeper He knocks over a few more jars as he digs through the shelves. God, I wish they would just all leave me alone...
Comments
0No comments yet.