The one kind of dragon no bard will fuck.
Use tax dollars to feed children/students who, by law, have to attend schools.
An actual transcript from last night's dnd session:
A: Can you add Divine Smite to Soup?
Beginning of session:
Hand out these leaflets, we're doing some campaigning
End of session:
I never knew that playing as an Aasimar would be so. Damn. Fun.
Like, not just game play wise, but just the shit I can do with my character in the role play part of the game.
Because I can make so many egg/bird jokes and it pisses off the paladin every stinkin' time.
The party stops for a rest, setting up camp and staying the night out in the woods. I, the Aasimar cleric, wake up before the other party members and make breakfast before they all wake up.
Fighter: Thanks for the breakfast, this is really good. But where did find the eggs?
Me: *A devious smirk spreads across my face slowly*
Paladin: You. Did. NOT.
Me: Relax, I'm just messing with you. I found a bird's nest near camp. :3