In a major retcon, I grab the scratch ticket, dex:10. Yes!, and the glowing candelabra, dex:7. Indeed.
Ok, so I go to a bar, run to the sewers, meet a dirty foul-mouthed halfling with three pit ghouls, am offered passage out of Twilos, and then Thak, angered by some sort of toilet masonry issue, attacks said halfling.
I, for my part, raise my hands and step back.
Labels: Confusion, paralyzation, scratch ticket