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Post by Grimnir Gurnison on Feb 12, 2018 18:25:43 GMT -5
An older looking man sits inside the inn at Thunderstone. As he sips milk from a glass he glances over to the door when it opens. People may notice that when a Purple Dragon enters he looks hopefully at them until he discerns they aren't there to talk to him.
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Post by Grimnir Gurnison on May 22, 2020 14:36:45 GMT -5
The milkman looked both ways to make sure nobody would overhear what he was about to offer the kids. “You boys want to be adventurers? Want to be... smarter... stronger... maybe ignore any blow that lands on you? Perhaps even... flaming hands? You drink down one of my magic milks and it’ll happen.” He opened a bag nonchalantly to show the boys various bottles of milk. “Do we? That sounds great Mr. Milkman,” one of the adolescent boys said. The milkman looked both ways to ensure none, but his target audience could hear him, “Here’s what I need you to do then. We’re going to start simple. Do something for me and I’ll give you some of this sweet magic milk. Keep doing jobs for me, earn not only magic milk, but other sweet rewards.”
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