PrincessTiramisu's Lair

Some of the only dragons in need of the weaponsmith's services are a couple of mercenaries that have rolled into town. They're sellswords who have offered their services to Mother Abbas Rugbog, for the low low price of a warm bed at the Wimdy Wimdow and some tasty grub (literally grubs) they strive to protect the clan from rogues and beasts who encroach upon the clan's humble territory.

Pg. 2 Cult of the Soil