"By Elgrin’s empty scrollcase… this scroll don’t lead nowhere."

Either the blasted link’s broken, the tavern’s still patchin’ the hole, or the tale it points to ain’t quite been inked yet. Sit tight, lad. This path’ll open soon enough! With ale, insults, and adventure proper!

Illustration of an older man with a long beard sitting at a wooden table, facepalm with his hand covering his face, in a dimly lit stone-walled room, with a metal mug on the table.