“Eat flaming-or possibly frosty-death!” Neera attempts to whack the snake with her staff. Minion, roll 1d20 for Whack-a-Snake! (View Post)

“He could also just have been an old curmudgeon telling us kids to get off his lawn.” Neera shrugs and pockets the ring, then looks at the medallion. (View Post)

The rest of the party hurries back, though it takes some time for them to reach the hut. Meanwhile, Fiora senses evil in front of her. And left of her. And right of her. (View Post)

“That guy wasn’t important, right?” Neera asks. (View Post)

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