rolls 3

You try to comprehend the compliment you just got, as friendly mythical creature finished its sentence, chugged the glass of milk it held in its left wing and leaves the tavern. The door closes. You rush after, and as you leave the tavern, there is no sight of the creature. Only a single pair of its hind paws remain in the wet mud. A fate calls from within you. It could be - no, it has to be - the Memegod LoLzomir himself wants you to continue this path.