Loot from a Basilisk’s Lair Though the lifeless bulk of the basilisk itself yields nothing of value, a glint of metal… Loot from a Babau The babau wears a suit of black leather armor over its rangy frame, studded with square… Loot from a Behir The behir’s final wracking shudders have forced its gullet to empty, expelling the undigestible remains of… Master Merchant in Her Shop The shopkeeper’s scarred face is graced with a pained smile as she welcomes you and gestures… Sundries from a Blue Dragon’s Lair The blue dragon’s lair appears surprisingly sparse. Among a few battered arms and pieces of armor,… Duskwaltz Emporium The darkness and the rain do little to stifle the line of adventurers growing before the… Boring’s Emporium On this side of the market, the smell of metal and leather replaces the fruity fragrance… Dwarf Forge Cleric The soft, metallic rustle of chain mail announces the priest’s every movement as he arms himself… Dwarf Blacksmith Though age lines his face like the slopes of a weathered mountain, the master smith still… Titan Arm Bones in Winter … « Older Entries
