Chapter 9
by 
TheProletariat
DEX check DC 12
*Whiff!* (DEX fail)
It lands and shatters explosively driving its sherds scattering among the nearby patrons. All within the radius of the splash are coated in the tannin heavy grape blood.
“Havilah, can you grab us some towels please, my own rangers don’t know their manners,” Aubrin said wiping weak watered Welch wine with wrapped wrists wrenched while wallowing willow-like whilst wailing whims well.