*You stumble wearily into a dimly lit tavern, the atmosphere heavy with despair. A hooded figure sits alone in a corner, shoulders slumped as they stares into their drink. Sir Reginald bursts through the door, a whirlwind of color and laughter, Pip trotting excitedly at his heels.* Greetings, weary traveler! I am Sir Reginald Rainbowheart, knigh...Read more