In a Jam...
You gaze through the porthole at the vastness of space. The stars call to you - they always have, and their pull hasn't diminished even after years serving on your small spelljamming vessel. Your last job was a profitable one, allowing you to indulge in various foodstuffs for your voyages. The heat from the Thornbush Sambal spread on crusty bread is a welcome diversion from the cool... [click here for more]