JustinCase
the magical equivalent to the number zero
Brother Pelegon is getting reacquainted with waking up early and not too hungover; it's been a while. The monk enjoys the sun as it gets up between the trees surrounding the camp, and the gradual stirring of his companions.
Speaking little, Pelegon eats a little and takes one of the potions with a word of thanks, placing it within easy reach on a loop on his belt. Using his quarterstaff as a sort of walking stick, the aasimar walks more firmly than usual, obviously not affected so much by drinks.
Speaking little, Pelegon eats a little and takes one of the potions with a word of thanks, placing it within easy reach on a loop on his belt. Using his quarterstaff as a sort of walking stick, the aasimar walks more firmly than usual, obviously not affected so much by drinks.
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