In Depth 🥔

You, a(n) None Vegetal, step into the Dead Boar Tavern—a ramshackle establishment precariously moored to the side of the Great Reef. The salty air mixes with the stench of spilled ale and seawater-soaked wood. Who could have guessed that drunks on a boat might be a terrible idea? As you navigate the swaying floor, you sidestep a passed-out dragonborn sprawled across your path. He's belting out a shanty about the "Old Great Wizened One," a legendary figure said to have slain dragons with the enchanting notes of a flute. Each time he utters the word "flute," he hiccups, sending small bursts of flame into the air, earning groans and cheers from the scattered patrons. With a raised brow, you continue toward the bar