Maybe I was wrong? I may or may not have borrowed some sips of The Companion from its fermenter and ate a few birds in front of a tour afterward. How’s that for a pairing, Garrett? Sometimes a cat can’t help himself. I guess this wasn’t proper etiquette as our GM kicked me to the curb for it. No worries though, my boy Karl let me in through the back door a few minutes later.
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