If a horse and a halfling cross through the halls of a library, and there’s only a near dead cultist and some mages there to see it, did it really happen?
The Dungeon Rascals are out of one frying pan and into another as things heat up in the stacks of the wizards’ study. Who gets burnt and who gets iced? And where’s that damn Spellforge Staff?
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