Our party had come across a mine site that had been attacked and its workers slaughtered. A gondola ran up the mountain on ox power from the town to the mine. At the top we found four oxen attached to their spinning wheel. They had been without food and water for two days and looked like crap. The gruff dwarf for one took down his I'm a badass shield and stabled and fed the oxen.
One of the other players whispered to his neighbor that that was more affection than the dwarf had shown the many dwarven women they had encountered a few months back and that they should be careful lest they find themselves the happy uncles of four foot tall half minotaurs. To each his own :>
One of the other players whispered to his neighbor that that was more affection than the dwarf had shown the many dwarven women they had encountered a few months back and that they should be careful lest they find themselves the happy uncles of four foot tall half minotaurs. To each his own :>