Jabidas sits back in a dark corner of the bar, props his feet up and sighs. Crises over lots of dead people and the odd joke, a good few days. The sorcerer pick up his flagon takes a sip mutters good as ever while carefully keeping one eye on the door. A severed hand falls out of his pack as he moved, fantastic even a souvenir, just hope the bag isnt too covered in gore and gibs. Hmm probably have to give this place the laugh for another madcap adventure with Kobolds soon enjoy it while you can.
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