"My money's on you, [ name ]." [From Nat, bg3]
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A laugh burst from the druid's throat, startling the owlbear and Scratch from their play near the fireplace.Hhis moss-and-soil eyes twinkled. " Then, I suppose I should give my all to ensure you do not lose any gold on your wager, " Halsin replied, rolling the shoulder of his right arm. " Though, I cannot help but question your faith in me in this endeavor. Minsc is incredibly strong, after all. I am not sure I will best him in this arm wrestling match he insists on... "














