Oh, now this takes me back. I remember when I first found this dragon scale. Y'see, my companions had hired me as a burglar & we had just infiltrated the smokey beast's lair...
We present 100 new trinkets tailored for Halflings & their kin.
Remember that time your cast iron skillet stopped an arrow
that would've surely killed you?
Your collapsible 10' pole has always been useful! Where would you be without it, huh?
It's frustrating (yet gratifying) that you haven't managed to shake off your adventure-curious cousin. What if he gets himself killed?