Welcome to The Tipsy Tumbler Tavern; tucked on the eastern shore of Lake Tahoe, where Tarl keeps the books, Zephyr keeps the bar, Zydeco keeps the kitchen hot, and Dorien keeps you guessing.๐ท
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"Why would I want pets when I have all these servants and the townspeople do everything I want? Hehehe!"
"Naw, not really. I don't have any pets, and none of the creatures in the Catacombs would be suitable. They're either too angry, or un-tameable. Lucanor's familiar, Hechet, isn't even considered a pet by him. She's way too smart. She and I... uh... don't always see eye to eye, so we just stay out of each other's way."
"Gretchen's familiar is a little better. His name is Rumblebum, but we usually just call him Rumble. He's a big ass badger. Like, WAY big. As large as a hunting hound, if that hound had limbs like steel traps and a body like a 400-pound sack of rocks. He's normally indifferent to just about everything, mostly 'cause there's not many creatures that would chance tangling with a badger the size of a bathtub. He's all right, I feed him sometimes, but he's really protective of Gretch so I leave him alone."
Cons are coming up. Got stickers? Feel free to use this wizard or to DM me directly, and I can get batches cut/shipped before your next con!
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