Sometimes it isn’t the one you expect, either. My group fell in love with the magic shopkeeper I improv’d on the fly. He was just a super ancient wizened dude named Mortimer who was always polishing a skull or dusting a stuffed rat or something when they came in.
Sometimes it isn’t the one you expect, either. My group fell in love with the magic shopkeeper I improv’d on the fly. He was just a super ancient wizened dude named Mortimer who was always polishing a skull or dusting a stuffed rat or something when they came in.